Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roses' sway, Her face, a canvas, white as stone, Adorned with blooms, like secrets unknown. Her lips, a whispered promise keep, As petals dance, in slumber deep, The roses, red, like passion's fire, Guarding the dreams, that her heart desires. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A mystic language, whispers, and remains, A tale of love, of life, of mortal coil, Echoes through, the rose's gentle soil. In every petal, a story's told, Of dreams, of hopes, of love, grown old, The maiden's beauty, like the rose's might, Unfolds, a mystery, in the silent night.