Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, her beauty beyond them all. Red roses, like velvet whispers, surround her form, A crown of passion, in the fading light's warm. Her lips, a crimson promise, sealed and still, Invite the night to wrap her in its gentle will. The roses, like dark guardians, watch over her sleep, As the world outside her sanctuary starts to creep. In this serene and mystic tableau, she reigns, A queen of dreams, where love and longing sustain. The roses, red as the fires that burn within, Reflect the beauty that her soul can win. In slumber, she is free, her spirit unconfined, A vision of loveliness, where heart and soul entwine. The roses, in their silent vigil, keep her safe, As in their depths, her beauty is reflected, a mystic draught. In this quiet scene, where darkness softly gleams, Lies a beauty that transcends the mortal dream.