Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, in slumber's sway, Red roses weave, a mystic spell, As darkness whispers, her story to tell. Her lips, a crimson, sensual hue, Invite the night, to secrets anew, The roses, like blood, upon her skin, A symbol of love, locked within. In this still moment, she is free, A vision of beauty, for you and me, The roses, a token, of passion's fire, That burns within, like a heart's desire. In this dark world, she finds her peace, A place where love, and dreams release, The roses, a reminder, of what's to come, A requiem, for love, that's yet to be won.