Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in roseate array, Her tresses wild, like darkening sea, Entwined with blooms, of red destiny. Her face, a canvas, pale and still, Eyes closed, as if in sorrow's chill, The roses, like tears, upon her breast, A poignant tale, of love and unrest. In this, a story, of beauty and pain, A reflection, of love's bittersweet refrain, The roses, red, like passion's fire, A symbol, of the heart's deepest desire. In this, a moment, frozen in time, A beauty, that transcends, the mundane's rhyme, A rose requiem, for love's lost past, A memory, that forever will last.