Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in red roses' sway, Her face, a canvas, pale and bright, Closed eyes, a whispered, gentle night. The roses, like crimson, velvet thrones, Enfold her, in their perfumed, sweet tones, Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red and fine, Invite the heart, to a love divine. In this still scene, where darkness reigns, The roses' beauty, her beauty sustains, A fleeting peace, a moment's rest, In the rose's, eternal, crimson nest. Her form, a statue, white as stone, Yet, soft and yielding, to the rose's sweet tone, The roses' gentle, tender might, Envelops her, in their, silent, rose light.