Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, serene, stands tall. Red roses, like whispers, gently entwine, Her hair, a midnight cascade, divine. Her eyes, closed, in contemplation deep, As if the roses' secrets she doth keep. The world, in monochrome, fades away, Leaving the rose's crimson, vibrant sway. A symbol of love, of passion, and of might, The roses guard her, through the dark of night. In this still moment, she is free to be, A vision of beauty, for you and me. To see ourselves in her, in tranquil repose, Is to find solace, in the rose's sweet repose. In the silence, her spirit takes flight, A rose requiem, a gentle, loving light.