Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, a queen of passion and mystery.
The red blooms envelop her, a symbol of love's beauty and pain.
Her lips, a deep crimson, whisper secrets of the heart.
The roses, like memories, surround her, fragile and eternal.
In this moment, she is one with the flowers, a dance of life and death, beauty and decay.
The darkness frames her, a contrast to the light within, a beacon of hope in the shadows.
Her tranquility is a reflection of the serenity found in letting go, in surrendering to the cycle of life.
The roses, they do not merely adorn her; they are a part of her, a manifestation of her soul's deepest desires and sorrows.