Velvet Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden fair, with roses, holds her sway, Amidst the darkness, a cathedral stands, A testament to dreams, in mystic lands. Her skin, a canvas, pale and serene, Contrasts with roses, crimson, vibrant, seen, In garlands, woven, a crown, a tale unfolds, Of beauty, mystery, and secrets told. The fabric, dark, a curtain, drawn apart, Reveals a glimpse, of a world, within her heart, A realm of wonder, where emotions roam, And in the silence, a story is made known. In this, a reflection, we find our own tale, A journey through the night, where love and loss prevail, The roses, a symbol, of passion, of fire, That burns within, a heart, that aspires. And as we gaze, upon this mystic sight, We are drawn in, to the mystery, of the night, Where darkness reigns, and light begins to seep, A world of contrast, where our souls can creep.