Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies entwined, A vision of beauty, where petals are aligned. Her lips, a flush of red, a kiss of desire, As roses envelop her, in a lover's sweet fire. Her eyes, closed in ecstasy, or perhaps in pain, Reflect the shadows, where love and sorrow reign. The roses, like tears, fall around her face, A poignant reminder of life's fleeting pace. In this tableau, she is the rose's queen, A monarch of beauty, in a realm serene. The red roses, like passion's flame, surround, A symbol of love, that in death is found. In this stillness, she finds her peaceful nest, A bed of roses, where her heart finds rest. The world, in all its beauty, fades from sight, As she becomes one, with the roses' gentle light.