Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Her face, a canvas, pale and serene, A vision of beauty, in a dreamless scene. The red roses, like rubies, rich and bold, Entwine her hair, a tale of love, long told, Her lips, a whisper, dark and full, Invite the silence, like a gentle lull. In this still moment, she is free, A fleeting glimpse, of serenity, The roses' beauty, a poignant refrain, Echoes the beauty, that she cannot contain, The light, a caress, on her skin so fair, Illuminates the contours, beyond compare, The roses' scent, a heady, sweet perfume, Fills the air, with a sensual, sweet bloom.