Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision of beauty, beyond them all, A woman lies, her face a canvas white, With roses red, that dance, in the fading light. Her lips, a crimson whisper, her eyes closed tight, As if in slumber, or in endless night, The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guarding the secrets, of her heart's deep stain. In this still moment, she is free to be, A creature of mystery, wild and carefree, The roses, a symbol, of her passion's fire, That burns within, like a love that never tires. In this quiet scene, we find our own peace, A reflection of our soul's deep release, A moment's beauty, that our hearts can hold, A rose requiem, for the love that we've been told.