Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, lost in a dream. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, As darkness whispers secrets, only known to the proud. Her lips, a ruby promise, of passion's fire, That burns like embers, in the dark of desire. The light dances upon her skin, a gentle caress, As the roses weep, their beauty, in quiet distress. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse, of ecstasy. The roses, a symbol, of love's bittersweet refrain, Echoing the whispers, of her heart's deep pain. In the shadows, she finds her peaceful nest, A roseate haven, where love and sorrow rest.