Rose Requiem

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.