Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision lies, in slumber's gray.
Red roses entwine, a crown of might,
As moonlit whispers dance, through the night.
The woman's form, a statue fair,
With skin like alabaster, beyond compare.
Her tresses flow, like silver streams,
As petals softly kiss, her dreamless dreams.
The roses' scent, a haunting sigh,
Echoes through, the silent sky.
In this still scene, where beauty reigns,
A moment's peace, from life's sharp pains.
The roses' red, a symbol true,
Of love and loss, and all anew.
In this tableau, where art and dream entwine,
A requiem for the heart, a beauty divine.