Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision emerges, veiled in red rose's call. A woman's form, serene, with eyes closed tight, Drinking in the beauty of the rose's pale light. Her lips, a whispered promise, a gentle, sweet refrain, As petals dance around her, a melancholy, mournful strain. The roses, like tears, fall from the heavens above, A cascade of love, a symphony of tender, sorrowful love. In this fleeting moment, she is free to roam, In a world of red roses, where heartache is her home. The rose's thorns, like life's trials, prick and pierce, Yet, in their beauty, she finds a fleeting, peaceful release. In this rose requiem, she finds solace, a respite, A moment's peace, where love and sorrow softly entwine.