Rose Requiem

In the shadows, a reflection stirs, A mirrored soul, with roses that conspire, To whisper secrets of the heart's deepest fire, And the mysteries that in darkness conspire. The red-haired enchantress, a vision to behold, With lips that speak of passion, young and old, Her eyes, like windows to the soul's dark night, Reflect the beauty and the pain of love's plight. In this chiaroscuro dance, light and shadow play, A tale of self-discovery, in a mystic way, The roses, symbols of love's fierce and wild might, Guard the threshold to the depths of her inner light. A journey into the self, where shadows roam, And the heart's true essence is made to atone, For the beauty and the pain, the joy and the strife, Are intertwined in the tapestry of her life. In this moment, she is free, a work of art, A masterpiece of contrasts, a beating heart.