Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, her beauty on display. Red roses crown her brow, a floral wreath, A symbol of love, passion, and secret death. Her lips, a crimson rosebud's gentle hue, Invite the night, with whispers anew. Her eyes, like sapphires, dark and deep, Conceal the mysteries she keeps. The roses, like tears, upon her face, A poignant reminder of love's fleeting pace. In this still moment, she is free, A vision of beauty, for you and me. The roses whisper secrets, of the heart, A language known, to those who never part. In this serene, and mystic scene, The maiden reigns, a vision serene. The red roses, a symbol of her might, A guardian of dreams, through the dark of night.