Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden dwells, surrounded by roses' call. Her form, a monochrome, against the dark, A vision of serenity, amidst the floral spark. The roses, red as passion, red as love's own fire, Dance around her, a whirl of heart's deep desire. Her lips, a crimson whisper, a gentle, sweet refrain, Echoing the beauty, of the roses' sweet strain. In this dark world, she is a beacon bright, A rose among roses, a heart alight. The roses shield her, a protective, thorny nest, A sanctuary of beauty, where love finds rest. Her eyes, closed in reverie, a peaceful, dreamy haze, Reflect the roses' beauty, in a gentle, loving daze. The roses, a symbol, of love's eternal, mystic tie, Bind her to the heart, of the universe, on high. In this still moment, she is one with the night, A rose requiem, a serenade, a love so bright.