Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision lies, entwined with roses' thrall. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, As petals dance, like lovers, in the darkened air. Her skin, a canvas, pale and fair, A backdrop for the roses' velvet lair. In slumber, she is lost, yet found, In the depths of red, where passion's embers resound. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her repose, their beauty unprofaned. In this tableau, where light and darkness play, A tale of beauty, sorrow, and love's decay. The roses, they caress, they cling, they hide, The contours of a form, both fragile and divine. In this serene, yet passionate, display, Lies a truth, both universal and intimate, in gray. A moment captured, where time stands still, A beauty that transcends, a heart that beats and fulfills.