Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden's visage, ethereal, fades away. Softly, red roses fall, like tears from above, As the wind whispers secrets, of a labor of love. Her lips, a crimson kiss, inviting and serene, A beauty that transcends, the mortal scene. The roses, like rubies, scattered at her feet, A symbol of passion, that in darkness meets. In this monochromatic world, she stands apart, A vision of elegance, with a gentle heart. The roses, a reminder, of life's fleeting sighs, As she basks in the beauty, of the fading light's demise. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, With the roses, her companions, on this mystic ground. The world, in black and white, fades into the night, As the roses, in color, shine with all their might. A contrast of emotions, a dance of light and shade, A beauty that is timeless, in this rose-filled shade.