Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A visage serene, amidst red roses' thrall, Eyes closed, she dreams, her beauty stands tall, A fleeting peace, in petals' gentle call. The roses, like dark sentinels of night, Guard her repose, in their velvet light, Their thorns, a reminder of love's sharp bite, As she lies there, in beauty's silent might. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, for you and me, A symbol of hope, in darkness and in light, A rose requiem, that echoes through the night. The roses whisper secrets, of a love so true, As she sleeps, surrounded, by their beauty anew, In this quiet scene, we find our peaceful nest, A refuge from the world's loud, jarring unrest.