Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her form, a canvas, white as stone, Adorned with blooms, like passion's throne. The red roses, like secrets, unfold, Around her, a tale, of love, told, In whispers, of petals soft as skin, A mystic language, locked within. Her eyes, closed, in reverie deep, As if the roses, her soul, did keep, In mystic slumber, she lies, entwined, With flowers, that her heart, have aligned. The darkness, a backdrop, rich and black, Highlights, the roses, in dramatic attack, A dance, of light, and shadow's play, As if the night, itself, did sway, To the rhythm, of her beauty's might, A siren's call, in the silent night.