Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the shadow of the red roses, she finds her peace,
A serene and mystic beauty, a soul released.
The delicate petals, a gentle caress on her skin,
As she surrenders to the darkness within.
The spider's web, a symbol of fate's intricate design,
A fragile balance between life and the divine.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, inviting and bright,
In the stillness, she finds her inner light.
The red roses, a passionate heartbeat, a rhythmic sigh,
As she dances with the shadows, her spirit on high.
In this mystical realm, she is free to roam,
A queen of darkness, with the roses as her throne.
The world outside fades, as she succumbs to the night,
And in the silence, she finds her true delight.
The roses, a reminder of life's fleeting charm,
As she whispers secrets, to the darkness that disarms.