Midnight Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's visage, serene, stands tall. Red roses entwined in silken hair, A midnight requiem, beyond compare. Her eyes, like sapphires, softly closed, As if in reverie, or mystic repose. The roses, like rubies, glowing bright, Illuminate the darkness of her night. In this chiaroscuro, a tale unfolds, Of love, loss, and a beauty, young and old. The roses whisper secrets, of a love now past, As she stands, a vision, forever to last. In this still moment, she is free, A rose-touched spirit, wild and carefree. The roses, a symbol, of her heart's desire, A flame that burns, like a love-struck fire. In this portrait, a story is revealed, Of a soul, that's touched, by the divine, and concealed.