Rose Requiem

In the depths of darkness, a vision arises, A woman entwined with roses, a somber surprise. Her face, a canvas of serene repose, Eyes closed, as if in slumber, or in repose. The red roses, like rubies, surround her head, A crown of passion, a symbol of love long dead. Her skin, a porcelain doll, so pale and still, A beauty frozen, a moment in time, a thrill. The shadows dance, a macabre waltz, As the roses whisper secrets, of love's dark trance. In this surreal landscape, she reigns supreme, A queen of mystery, a rose-tinted dream. Her lips, a whispered promise, a kiss unsealed, A beauty that transcends, the boundaries revealed. In this moment, she is free, a work of art, A masterpiece, a rose requiem, a beating heart.