Rose Requiem

In the realm of crimson petals, she lies serene, A vision of beauty, where shadows are seen. Her lips, a fiery kiss, amidst the rose's hue, Invite the soul to ponder, on love anew. With eyes closed, as if in slumber deep, Her spirit dances, in a mystic sleep. The roses, like sentinels of passion's might, Guard her repose, through the dark of night. In monochrome, her visage shines so bright, A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light. The roses, red as the heart's deepest fire, Envelop her, in a lover's sweet desire. In this tableau, where beauty and death entwine, Lies a truth profound, a beauty divine. A requiem for the heart, that beats with pain, A roseate benediction, for love's sweet refrain. In the stillness, her beauty is revealed, A fleeting glimpse, of the soul unsealed. The roses whisper secrets, of love's mystic art, As she, in their embrace, finds a peaceful heart.