Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden rests, her beauty gray, Red roses weave a mournful crown, Upon her brow, a sorrowful renown. Her lips, a rosebud's promise keep, As petals dance, in slumber deep, The roses' whispers, a gentle breeze, That stirs her hair, in dark ease. In this still scene, a story's told, Of love, of loss, of hearts grown cold, The roses' beauty, a melancholy hue, A requiem for love, that's lost, anew. Yet, in this darkness, a light does gleam, A beauty that, the heart can redeem, For in the roses, a symbol lies, Of love's enduring, sorrowful sighs.