Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden weeps, her heart entwined with all, The roses red, like passion's burning flame, That dances in her soul, a melancholy game. Her hair, a cascade of night's dark stream, Flows with the roses, a sorrowful, sweet dream, The wind whispers secrets, as her eyes gaze deep, Into the mystery, where love and pain do creep. In this serene, yet dramatic, moment's space, She finds solace, a fleeting, wistful grace, The roses, like her heart, both fragile and bright, A poignant reminder, of love's bittersweet light. In this quiet reverie, she finds her peace, A moment's stillness, where her soul can release, The turmoil of emotions, that in her heart do reside, And in the roses' beauty, she finds a gentle, loving guide.