Rose Requiem

In the depths of crimson, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, amidst roses unseen. Her lips, a whispered promise of delight, A fleeting moment, in the dark of night. The roses, like silken threads, entwine her hair, A mourning veil, for the beauty that's rare. In this stillness, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world's loud, jarring unrest. The red roses, like passionate hearts, beat strong, A rhythm that echoes, her soul's sweet song. In this tableau, of love and loss, she's free, A fleeting glimpse, of ecstasy. The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair, A testament to life, and love's bittersweet care. In this rose requiem, she finds her peaceful shore, A place where love and beauty, forever roar.