Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A vision lies, in slumber's sway,
Surrounded by roses, red as desire,
Her lips, a crimson, burning fire.
The roses whisper secrets, dark and deep,
As she sleeps, her soul begins to seep,
Into the night, where dreams unfold,
And the roses guard her, young and old.
In this still moment, she is free,
A queen of darkness, wild and carefree,
The roses cradle her, a gentle might,
As she sleeps, through the endless night.
Her beauty is a work of art,
A masterpiece, that touches the heart,
A fleeting glimpse, of a dreamer's gaze,
A moment's peace, in a world of amaze.