Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a deep crimson hue. The flowers entwine her, a sensual dance of petals and skin. Her face, a canvas of serene beauty, bathed in the soft glow of an unseen light. The roses, like rubies, glow with an inner fire, as if ignited by the passion that lies within. Her hair, a tumble of silver and black, flows around her like a dark river. In this moment, she is a goddess, a queen of beauty and desire. The roses, a symbol of love and loss, surround her, a reminder of the transience of life. Yet, in her sleep, she is at peace, her beauty unmarred by the sorrows of the world.