Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A serene visage, lost in rose-filled day, The velvet petals softly descend, A gentle requiem, a peaceful end. The red roses, like whispers of the heart, A beauty that transcends, a work of art, The subject's tranquil face, a mirror to the soul, A reflection of the beauty that makes us whole. In this chiaroscuro, light and dark entwine, A dance of contrasts, a harmony divine, The roses, like splashes of vibrant hue, Against the monochrome, a beauty anew. The subject's peaceful slumber, a respite from the fray, A moment's stillness, in a world's chaotic sway, The roses, a symbol, of love's eternal flame, A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light, a gentle name.