Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, a heart unseen. The roses surround her, a velvet shroud, A symbol of love, in a silent crowd. Her eyes closed, a peaceful, dreaming face, A moment's stillness, in a busy place. The red roses whisper, a gentle, sweet refrain, As she basks in their beauty, a sweet, sweet pain. In this dark, romantic, and mysterious space, She finds solace, a quiet, secret place. The roses, a guardian, a watchful, loving keep, A symbol of passion, in a silent sleep. The soft, dark shadows, a gentle, loving hold, A cradling of beauty, a story untold. In the rose's soft petals, she finds her nest, A place to rest, and be at her best.