Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is crowned with roses dark and deep, A somber beauty, in a silent sleep. The red blooms wrap around her like a shroud, A symbol of passion, in a quiet, solemn crowd. Her lips, a vibrant red, a stark contrast make, To the pale skin, and the darkness that partakes. The roses, like tears, fall gently on her face, As if mourning the loss of a fleeting, sacred space. In this still moment, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where love and sorrow are made known. The roses, a reminder of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing the heartbeat, of joy and pain. In this quiet repose, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world, where love and sorrow find rest. The roses, a symbol of her inner strife, A reflection of the beauty, and the pain of life.