Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A maiden dwells, ensnared in roses' thrall.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, barely seen,
Invite the darkness to a silent dream.
The roses, like dark sentinels of old,
Stand guard around her, their beauty to unfold.
In monochrome repose, she lies serene,
A monochrome goddess, in a red dreamscape unseen.
The red roses, a passionate, burning fire,
That in their depths, her soul aspires.
To be consumed, to lose herself entirely,
In the depths of beauty, where love and pain entwine.
In this stillness, she finds a mystic peace,
A world where red roses and darkness release.
The weight of the world, with all its strife,
Fades into the shadows, and she finds her life.
In the rose requiem, she sings her song,
A melody of love, where hearts are made to belong.