Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden stands, entwined with roses' call. Her skin, a canvas of moonlit gray, Adorned with blooms that whisper secrets of the day. The red roses, like passionate hearts that beat, Surround her, a garland of love and mystic repeat. Her eyes, closed in reverie or silent prayer, Reflect the beauty and the sorrow that roses share. In this dark world, where light barely prevails, She stands, a vision, with the roses' gentle gales. The wind whispers truths, of life and love and pain, As petals dance, like memories, in the darkening rain. Her form, a silhouette against the fading light, Echoes the mystery of love's bittersweet delight. In rose requiem, she finds her peaceful nest, A world where love and sorrow are forever at rest. The roses, like tears, fall gently to the ground, As she, in beauty, is forever found.