Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden sits, in dark array, Her dress a midnight, somber sea, Adorned with roses, red as destiny. A fan, a lacework of silver bright, Unfurls behind her, a ghostly light, A spectral presence, delicate and fair, A contrast to the darkness that's there. She holds a mask, a visage pale, A reflection of her own, a tale to unveil, Red roses entwine, a garland dire, A symbol of passion, a heart on fire. In this dark scene, a story's told, Of love, loss, and a heart grown cold, The roses speak of a love now past, A memory that will forever last. The woman's gaze, a piercing stare, Invites the viewer to share, In the mystery, the sorrow, and the pain, Of a heart that's lost its love in vain.