Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her tresses flow, a river's dark design, With red blooms woven, a sorrowful shrine. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud, jarring din, Drink in the silence, and the roses' kin. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair does stray, And in the stillness, she finds her way. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A spirit unbound, wild, and full of glee. The roses, like rubies, shining bright and bold, A symbol of love, that never grows old. In their beauty, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to rest, and be her true self, at best. The world may be loud, and harsh, and cold, But in this moment, she is young, and bold.