Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden's visage emerges, gray.
Her tresses, silvered, wild, and free,
Entwined with roses, red as destiny.
The flowers, like passionate whispers, cling
To her hair, a mournful, sweet refrain.
Her eyes, closed, as if in sorrow's sleep,
Yet, in her lips, a subtle smile does creep.
The roses, symbols of love and pain,
Dance with her locks, a waltz, a refrain.
In this monochrome world, she stands apart,
A vision, haunting, with a roseate heart.
The light, a gentle caress, upon her skin,
Reveals the beauty locked within.
A moment frozen, timeless, and serene,
A rose requiem, a beauty unseen.