Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, pale as moon's first call, Lies lost in reverie, her eyes closed tight, As red roses dance, in whispers through the night. Her lips, a rosebud's promise, barely parted, Invite the scent, a sensual, sweet departure, The roses, like crimson tears, fall from above, A poignant serenade, a melancholy love. In this monochromatic world, she reigns, A monochrome queen, with roses' vibrant refrains, Her hair, a wild tangle, a mane of night, Framing a face, where beauty takes flight. The roses, like splashes of color, bold and bright, Illuminate her skin, a luminescent light, In this still moment, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where love is made to atone. The roses, like symbols of passion, pure and true, Adorn her, a garland, a beauty anew, In this rose requiem, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world, where love is at its best.