Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, As petals dance, in slumber deep. The red roses, like passion's flame, Enfold her, in their sweet, sweet name, Her heart, a vessel, pure and white, Receives the roses, in the silent night. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, The roses whisper, sweet, sweet refrains, Of love and loss, of life and death, A mystic language, that only breath. The maiden's form, a statue fair, Lies bathed in roses, without a care, Her face, a mask, of serene delight, As if the roses, had taken flight. In this tableau, where art and dream entwine, The roses' beauty, is forever divine.