Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A vision emerges, ethereal and gray. A woman stands, her beauty unadorned, Yet crowned with roses, red as love that's born. The flowers entwine her, a garland of desire, As she surrenders to the night's sweet fire. Her eyes closed, her heart beats like a drum, In rhythmic cadence, her spirit becomes one. With every petal, a story unfolds, Of passion, loss, and memories that never grow old. The roses whisper secrets, of love and its might, As she stands, a goddess, in the dark of night. Her form, a silhouette, against the blackest stage, A masterpiece of mystery, in a world turned to shade. The roses, a symbol, of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing through eternity, a haunting, sweet strain. In this tableau, we find our own heart's rhyme, A reflection of our deepest, most hidden chime.