Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A woman lies, her beauty beyond them all.
Her face, a canvas of serene repose,
Adorned with roses, red as passionate throes.
The roses, like her spirit, bold and free,
Dance in her hair, a wild, dark ecstasy.
Her lips, a whispered promise, dark and still,
Invite the viewer to a silent, mystic thrill.
In this tableau, where light and darkness play,
The roses and she, in harmony sway.
A requiem for love, for life, for all that's past,
This portrait whispers secrets that will forever last.
In the roses' depths, her story is told,
Of love, loss, and the beauty that remains, cold.
Yet, in her peace, a truth is revealed,
That even in sorrow, beauty is unsealed.
The roses, like her heart, full, rich, and red,
A symbol of the passion that in death is fed.
In this image, a tale of love and longing lies,
A rose requiem, where beauty meets the skies.