Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her tresses flow, like silken stream, As petals dance, in sorrow's dream. Her face, a canvas, white as snow, Eyes closed, in slumber, soft and low, The roses, red, like passionate fire, Embrace her, in love's sweet, secret desire. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A tale of love, and loss, and pain, The roses whisper, a gentle breeze, That stirs the heart, and rustles the trees. The maiden's lips, a rosebud's hue, Invite the roses, to a tender 'few', In this, a dance, of life and death, The roses keep, a silent breath. In rose requiem, she finds her peace, A world, where love, and sorrow cease.