Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a beauty lies in wait, With roses woven in her dark, silken fate. Her lips, a promise of secrets untold, Her eyes, a mystery, forever to be told. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Dance in her hair, a sensual, mystic game. Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair, A backdrop for the roses' vibrant, crimson air. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of love, loss, and beauty, forever to be told. The roses whisper secrets in her ear, Of a love that's lost, and a heart that's sore. Yet, in their beauty, she finds a peaceful nest, A solace from the world's loud, jarring unrest. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A creature of mystery, wild and carefree.