Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' dark array, Her face, a canvas, pale and still, Adorned with blooms, her beauty's chill. The red roses, like passion's burning fire, Dance around her, a mournful, sweet desire, Her eyes, closed, as if in slumber deep, A peaceful smile, her soul does keep. The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, a sensual, mournful tune, The darkness, a velvet, soft embrace, Enfolds her, a gentle, loving space. In this stillness, she finds her peace, A world away, from life's wild release, The roses, a symbol, of love's dark might, Envelop her, in their crimson light.