Rose Requiem
Reflection
In the realm of shadows, a vision unfolds,
A maiden fair, with roses young and old.
Her lips, a crimson whisper, softly gleam,
As petals dance, a sensual, mystic dream.
Her eyes, closed to the world outside,
Drink in the beauty, she cannot hide.
The roses, like blood-red tears, descend,
A poignant reminder of love's sweet end.
In this still moment, she is free,
A fleeting glimpse of ecstasy.
The roses, like silken threads, entwine,
A delicate balance of beauty and design.
A moment's peace, a lifetime's sigh,
As the roses whisper, a gentle goodbye.