Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A vision blooms, in red and gray. A woman's form, in slumber deep, Surrounded by roses, in silent sleep. Her lips, a crimson, sensual gleam, Invite the darkness, to a secret dream. The roses, like blood, in velvet soft, Enfold her, in a lover's tender aloft. In this still scene, where beauty reigns, A mystic language, of love and pain. The roses whisper, a gentle hue, As the woman's heart, in slumber, renews. In this rose requiem, we find our peace, A world of passion, in a silent release. The beauty of the roses, a tale unfolds, Of love and longing, forever to be told. In this serene and mystic scene, we find, A reflection of our own heart's deepest mind.