Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A vision stirs, a moment's ethereal call.
Amidst the roses, crimson, dark, and deep,
A maiden lies, her beauty in quiet sleep.
Her lips, a rosebud's promise, red and bright,
Invite the night, with all its mystic light.
The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free,
A dance of darkness, wild and carelessly.
In this still moment, time stands still, and stays,
As if to savor the beauty of her gaze.
The roses, like sentinels of love and pain,
Guard her repose, their thorns a subtle refrain.
In this tableau, where light and shadow play,
A tale of beauty, love, and loss, is told in gray.
The roses, red as passion, red as fire,
Frame her face, a portrait of heart's desire.
In Rose Requiem, we find a peaceful nest,
A haven where the heart can rest, and be reborn, at best.