Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson, sensual gleam, Invite the darkness, a velvet dream. The flowers, like blood, upon her skin, A morbid beauty, locked within, Her eyes, closed to the world's despair, A refuge found, in love's dark lair. The roses whisper, a haunting sigh, As petals fall, like tears, to the sky, In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting peace, in mortality. The red blooms, a passionate, wild fire, That burns, a love, that never tires, In every thorn, a story's told, Of love, loss, and a heart, grown cold.