Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden lies, entwined with roses' call. Her lips, a crimson whisper, sealed in sleep, As petals dance, in darkness, secrets keep. Her hair, a river of night, flows free, A cascade of mystery, wild and carefree. The roses, like sentinels of love and pain, Guard her repose, where beauty and sorrow reign. In this still moment, time stands still, As she, a rose herself, in slumber, fulfills. The darkness whispers truths, of heart and soul, As red roses weave, a mystic, silent role. In this tableau, where light and shadow play, A tale of beauty, love, and loss, in gray. The rose requiem, a lullaby, so sweet, Echoes the heartbeat, of her mystic retreat. In repose, she finds, a peaceful nest, Where roses guard, her dreams, and she is blessed. With every breath, a rose's perfume, Fills the air, with a sensual, sweet bloom.