Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, her beauty standing tall. Red roses crown her, like love's own flame, As she succumbs to beauty, lost in her own name. Her lips, a crimson whisper, beckon near, A promise of secrets, and forbidden fear. The roses, like passion's fierce and wild desire, Dance around her, in a lover's burning fire. In this still moment, she is free to be, A creature of art, wild and carefree. Her eyes, closed to the world outside, Open to the beauty that she cannot hide. The roses, a symbol of love's dark might, Enfold her, in their velvet, crimson light. In this serene, and dreamlike state, She is the rose, and the rose is her fate.