Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, serene, stands tall. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As red roses weave a sorrowful, sweet lair. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Seek solace in the beauty locked within. The roses, like tears, fall from above, A poignant requiem, a labor of love. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A fleeting respite from life's wild release. The roses, like her heart, beat with a gentle might, A soothing serenade, through the dark of night. In this tableau, she reigns, a queen of dreams, Where red roses and silence are the only themes. Her beauty is a balm, a healing art, That soothes the soul, and calms the heart.