Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a maiden lies, her beauty on display. Red roses crown her, like love's dark flame, her lips, a crimson whisper, bear the weight of a secret name. Her eyes, closed to the world, yet see beyond the veil, to where the heart's deepest longings prevail. In monochrome, her skin, a canvas fair, contrasts with the roses, vibrant, bold, and rare. The light dances upon her face, a gentle lover's caress, a tender, ethereal grace. In this still moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, wild, and carefree. The roses, like passionate tears, fall around her, a symbol of love's fierce, all-consuming fears. And in their scent, a memory stays, of joy, of sorrow, of life's fleeting ways.