Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A crown of crimson petals, a gentle repose. Her lips, a whispered promise, a secret kept, As the flowers' soft whispers, her soul has swept. The darkness reigns, a somber, velvet stage, Where red roses dance, in a mournful, sweet gauge. Her face, a porcelain mask, serene and still, A beauty born of contrasts, a heart that fulfills. In this quiet moment, she is free to be, A vision of loveliness, wild and carefree. The roses, like rubies, shining bright and bold, A testament to the beauty, that never grows old. In this rose requiem, she finds her peaceful nest, A place to rest, where love and beauty are at their best.