Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in slumber's sway,
Her lips, a crimson, roseate gleam,
As petals dance, in darkling dream.
The roses, like sentinels of old,
Guard her repose, with stories untold,
Their thorns, a subtle, secret keep,
As darkness whispers, mystic sleep.
In this, a world of contrast lies,
Where red and black, in beauty rise,
A vision born, of art's dark fire,
That in the heart, a passion's highest tier.
The roses, like a lover's sigh,
Enfold her, in a tender, silent cry,
As in the night, her soul takes flight,
In dreams, where love and darkness unite.