Rose Requiem
Reflection
In slumber, she is crowned with roses, her lips a vibrant hue against the pallor of her skin.
The red blooms surround her, a fiery halo in the darkness.
Her eyes, veiled by lids, hold secrets and dreams.
The soft folds of her lips whisper tales of love and longing.
The roses, like passionate hearts, beat around her, a testament to the beauty and tragedy of existence.
In this serene yet dramatic tableau, she is both the maiden and the rose, beauty and sorrow entwined.