Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision emerges, serene and gray.
A maiden's form, with roses crowned,
Her eyes closed, in slumber profound.
The red blooms dance, like whispers sweet,
As petals softly kiss her skin so neat.
In monochrome, her beauty shines,
With lips of crimson, a heart that entwines.
The roses, like sentinels of old,
Guarding secrets, tales yet untold.
In this still moment, time stands still,
As beauty and mystery forever fill.
The roses' whispers weave a gentle spell,
As the maiden's soul begins to swell.
In rose requiem, she finds her peace,
A tranquil haven, where love will release.