Rose Requiem
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A maiden lies, in roseate array,
Her tresses wild, her eyes closed tight,
As petals fall, like tears of night.
The red roses, like passion's flame,
Dance in her hair, a mournful game,
Her lips, a rosebud's gentle hue,
Invite the darkness, to dream anew.
In this still scene, a story's told,
Of love and loss, of hearts grown cold,
The roses whisper, a gentle breeze,
That stirs the soul, and rustles the trees.
In this quiet moment, we find our peace,
A sense of longing, our hearts release,
The rose requiem, a melancholy sigh,
Echoes through eternity, a whispered goodbye.