Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A visage serene, amidst roses' thrall, Eyes closed, in slumber's gentle call, Lips parted, in a silent, sweet recall. The roses, like crimson, velvet shrouds, Enfold her, in their tender, thorny crowds, Her skin, a porcelain, moonlit glow, As if the night itself had come to know. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A moment's peace, from life's turbulent refrains, The roses whisper secrets, of the heart's deep core, And in their beauty, she is forever more. A fleeting glimpse, of a dreamer's repose, A vision of serenity, amidst life's noisy throes, The roses stand, like sentinels of old, Guarding the beauty, that in slumber unfold.