Rose Requiem

In the depths of red roses, a woman lies serene, Her face a canvas of white, a monochrome dream. The curtains of crimson above, a dramatic stage, For a beauty so ethereal, it's as if she's been engaged. In a dance with shadows, where light barely gleams, Her lips, a splash of red, a rosebud's gentle beams. The roses, a symbol of love, of passion, of fire, Envelop her, a cocoon, a protective, loving desire. In this sea of red, she floats, a peaceful, dreamlike state, A vision of beauty, where reality waits. The roses, they whisper, they speak of love's dark side, Of the passion that consumes, the fire that won't subside. And yet, in this image, she's at peace, serene, A rose requiem, a beauty that's both fierce and clean.