Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her lips, a crimson, sensual hue, Invite the darkness, pure and true. The flowers, like velvet, soft and deep, Enfold her, in a silent sleep, Their petals, red as passion's fire, Dance, in whispers, her heart's desire. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A mystic peace, her soul sustains, The roses, like a lover's gentle kiss, Caress her skin, in tender bliss. Her eyes, closed, in sweet repose, Dream of secrets, the heart knows, In this, her resting place, serene, The roses guard, her beauty unseen.