Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her visage pale, her lips apart,
A vision born of beauty and the heart.
The roses, red as passion's fire,
Dance around her, a mournful choir,
Their petals soft as summer's sigh,
As they entwine her, a gentle, loving tie.
Her eyes, closed to the world's despair,
Drink in the beauty, beyond compare,
The roses' scent, a heady, sweet delight,
That fills her soul, with peaceful night.
In this still moment, she is free,
A fleeting glimpse, of serenity,
A rose requiem, for love and pain,
A beauty born, of joy and heart's refrain.