Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A vision lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, barely seen, Invite the darkness to be serene. The roses, like dark sentinels of night, Guard her repose, a gentle, loving light. In this still moment, time stands still, As beauty and decay in balance fill. The red roses, a passionate, fiery shroud, Enfold her, a symbol of love avowed. In slumber deep, her spirit takes flight, Among the roses, where love and dreams unite. The world outside recedes, its din and strife, As in this quiet, she finds her inner life. The roses whisper secrets, soft and low, Of love and loss, of life's fleeting glow. In this tableau, a tale is told, Of beauty, love, and a story yet untold.