Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined in roses' call. Her skin, a canvas, pale and serene, As petals dance, like whispers unseen. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Enfold her, a tender, loving claim. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Drink in the beauty, locked within. In this still moment, she is free, A vision of peace, for you and me. The roses' scent, a sweet, perfumed sigh, Echoes the heartbeat, as she passes by. In death's dark veil, she's wrapped in red, A symbol of love, that in death is fed. The roses whisper secrets, of the heart, A language only known, to those who've been apart. In this tableau, we find our own refrain, A reflection of love, that remains, and sustains.