Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in slumber's sway,
Red roses circle, like fervent prayer,
As darkness weaves, her gentle air.
Her lips, a crimson rose's soft kiss,
Invite the night, with tender bliss,
The roses whisper secrets, as they cling,
To her pale skin, with tender, loving ring.
In this still scene, where darkness reigns,
The roses' beauty, her beauty sustains,
A fleeting peace, a moment's rest,
In the rose requiem, she is blessed.
The roses' thorns, a subtle, sweet pain,
Remind her of life's joys, and love's sweet refrain,
As she sleeps, surrounded by their might,
Her heart beats strong, in the silent night.