Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision lies, in red roses' sway, Her face, a canvas, pale and bright, Eyes closed, in slumber's gentle night. The roses, like blood, upon her lay, A somber beauty, in a silent way, Her lips, a whispered promise keep, As darkness reigns, in endless sleep. The light, a caress, upon her skin, Illuminates the beauty within, A fleeting glimpse, of what's to be, A moment's peace, in eternity. In this stillness, we find our own, A reflection, of the heart's deep tone, A call to surrender, to the night, And let the beauty, of the roses, ignite.