Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, serene, beyond them all. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon to the night, As roses, like dark sentinels, stand guard, a gentle might. Her hair, a cascade of night's dark, silken stream, Flows round her face, a soft, ethereal dream. The roses, like rubies, glowing deep and rich, Embrace her, a tender, loving, fatal clutch. In this still moment, time itself stands still, As beauty, sorrow, and desire, on her lips, are thrilled. The roses, like the heart's deep, inner voice, Whisper secrets, of a love, both fierce and choice. In this, her quiet, mystic, rose-entwined sleep, Lies a world of passion, in the darkness deep. A requiem for love, for loss, for what's been past, The rose requiem, a lament, that will forever last.