Rose Requiem

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the roses, A serene escape, where petals become her gentle repose. The red blooms, like passionate whispers, surround her form, As if the flowers themselves were guarding her inner storm. Her face, a canvas of contrasts, where light and shadow play, Inviting the viewer to ponder the depths of her mystic sway. The roses, like symbols of love and loss, entwine her hair, A poignant reminder of the beauty that's both fragile and rare. In this quiet moment, she is free to dream and be, A vision of elegance, where the roses and darkness blend in harmony.