Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, lost in a roseate array. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As petals dance, a macabre delight. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her slumber, a vigil to maintain. In this dark reverie, she finds her peace, A world away, where love and sorrow cease. The red roses, a fiery halo, crown her brow, A symbol of passion, that in death, survives now. Her skin, alabaster, a canvas of desire, A work of art, where beauty and death conspire. In this still life, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and the beauty that never grows old. The roses, a testament to life's fleeting sigh, A reminder to cherish, the beauty that lies. In the silence, her heart beats strong, A requiem for love, that lasts all life long.