Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden stands, in roses' array,
Her form, a canvas, pale and bright,
Adorned with blooms, in crimson light.
The roses crown her, a floral wreath,
That weaves a tale of love and death,
Her eyes closed, in tranquil sleep,
As petals fall, like tears, they keep.
The darkness whispers secrets sweet,
Of passion's fire, that burns beneath,
The roses' scent, a haunting charm,
That beckons forth, the heart's alarm.
In this still scene, where light does fade,
The rose requiem, a beauty's shade,
Is where the heart, its solace finds,
And in the roses, a love entwines.