Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A woman's form, in monochrome gray, Finds solace in the roses' crimson hue, A symbol of love, both fierce and true. Her hair, a wild tangle, like the night, Envelops her face, a mystic, eerie light. The roses, like rubies, dark and bright, Seem to pulse with a life of their own, a gentle might. In this chiaroscuro, she finds her peace, A world of contrasts, where love and sorrow cease. The red roses, a passionate, beating heart, A symbol of the beauty that will never depart. In this, she finds her strength, her guiding light, A beacon in the darkness, a gentle, loving might. The roses, a reminder of love's pure flame, That burns within her, a constant, burning name. In their beauty, she finds her own, a reflection true, A heart that beats, a soul that shines, anew.