Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, entwined in roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly say, A tale of love, in darkness' gray. The flowers, like tears, upon her lay, A mourning vigil, through the endless day, Her beauty shines, like stars on a celestial way, As petals dance, in the gentle breeze's play. In this still scene, where sorrow reigns, A serene beauty, like a dream, remains, The roses, red, like passion's burning flame, Enfold her, in a lover's tender, sweet refrain. Her eyes, closed, in slumber deep, Dream of love, in a mystic sleep, As the roses, in dark beauty, softly creep, And in their scent, her spirit does keep.