Rose Requiem

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.