Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A serene escape, where petals softly repose. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon and entice, As darkness weaves a tapestry, both fierce and nice. The roses, like sentinels of passion, guard her rest, Their velvet softness a gentle lover's nest. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and shadow play, Highlighting the contours of a beauty that slays. The roses, red as desire, surround her form, A symbol of love's mystery, forever warm. In repose, she is a goddess, serene and still, The embodiment of beauty, where love and dreams fulfill. The roses, a crown of splendor, upon her brow, A testament to the beauty that only darkness knows. In this portrait, we find a tale of love and rest, A moment captured, where beauty is at its best.