Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, invite the night, As petals, like dark kisses, frame her light. The roses, symbols of a love so true, Enfold her, a gentle, sorrowful hue. Her eyes, closed to the world's loud din, Find peace in dreams, where love and loss entwine within. The red roses, like passion's burning flame, Illuminate her face, a canvas of serene shame. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of beauty, wild and carefree. The roses' softness, a balm to her soul, As she surrenders to the darkness, made whole. In this quiet, she finds a peaceful nest, A place to rest, where love and dreams are blessed.