Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, her beauty on display. Red roses crown her, like a mourning wreath, A symbol of love, in eternal sleep beneath. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, softly gleam, As if to whisper secrets, in a lover's dream. The darkness weaves, a mysterious spell, Around her form, where beauty dwells. In this still moment, time stands still, And in her beauty, all is made anew still. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A requiem for love, a tale of endless love. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet see, The beauty within, wild and free. In this dark, mystic, rose-entwined night, She reigns, a queen, in beauty's pale light.