Rose Requiem

In the stillness, she finds solace among the roses, A sea of red petals, a gentle, sorrowful repose. Her hair flows like a river, a silken, silver stream, As she surrenders to the beauty, her spirit's serene dream. The roses, like rubies, glowing with inner light, Surround her, a crimson aura, a passionate, mournful sight. In this monochrome world, where shadows softly fall, The roses burn with a fierce, inner flame, a love that enthralls. Her face, a porcelain mask, a delicate, pale hue, A fragile, ethereal beauty, both strong and true. The roses, like tears, fall gently on her skin, A symbol of love's bittersweet sorrow, a heart that's locked within. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, A rose among roses, her beauty unconfined, unbound. The world, in all its complexity, fades from sight, As she becomes one with the roses, in a dance, a gentle, endless night.