Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her visage pale, her tresses dark, A monochrome beauty, left to embark. The roses, red as passion's fire, Dance in her hair, a mournful desire, Their petals soft, their scent so sweet, A poignant reminder of love's retreat. Her eyes, closed, as if in sleep, Her lips, a whispered promise keep, The roses, a crown, upon her brow, A symbol of love, that will forever glow. In this still moment, she is free, A beauty, lost, in reverie, The roses, a reminder, of what's past, A bittersweet memory, that will forever last.