Rose Requiem

In the shadows, she stands, a vision veiled in mystery, Adorned with roses, red as the passion that sets her free. Her eyes closed, her face serene, a peaceful soul, Surrounded by blooms that whisper secrets, making her whole. The darkness wraps around, a canvas for her form, A silhouette of elegance, a beauty to transform. The roses, like tears of fire, cascade down her skin, A symbol of love's fierce beauty, a heart that beats within. The window's frosted light, a backdrop for her grace, A stained glass guardian, watching over her sacred space. In this dimly lit chamber, she finds her inner peace, A place where love and sorrow entwine, a world to cease. The roses, a crown of thorns, a reminder of life's pain, Yet, in their beauty, she finds solace, a love that remains. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unconfined, A rose requiem, a hymn to love, a heart and soul aligned.