Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she lies entwined with roses red, A midnight beauty, in slumber deeply bred. Her skin, a canvas of moonlit pale hue, Contrasts with petals, like passion's flame anew. The wind whispers secrets, as her hair flows free, A dance of shadows, in dark ecstasy. The roses, like rubies, in the night's dark keep, Guarding the mysteries, in silent sleep. In this still moment, time stands still and deep, As beauty and mystery in darkness softly creep. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Watch over her, as she dreams, lost in a world of pain. And when she wakes, the roses will remain, A testament to the beauty that remains.