Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A woman's visage, pale as moon's pale call, Emerged, surrounded by roses' crimson thrall, Her eyes, like sapphires, veiled, beyond them all. The wind whispers secrets, as her tresses flow, Like silver ribbons, in the fading glow, The roses, like rubies, scattered, wild, and free, A testament to passion's ecstasy. In this still moment, time stands frozen tight, As beauty's essence, in her form, takes flight, A fleeting glimpse, of the divine, we see, In Rose Requiem, a serenade to thee. The roses, like love's fierce flame, that burns so bright, Illuminate the darkness, of endless night, And in their beauty, we find a peaceful nest, A refuge from life's storms, where love finds rest.