Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A serene visage, pale as moonlit wall, Lies bathed in petals, red as love's own call. Eyes closed, as if in slumber deep, The rose's dark beauty, her spirit does keep. The red roses, like passionate sighs, Surround her, a floral, mournful surprise. In death's stillness, life's vibrant hue, A poignant contrast, both old and new. Her lips, a crimson, inviting smile, Echo the rose's, seductive guile. In this tableau, where beauty lies, A requiem for love, that never dies. The roses whisper secrets, of the heart, A language known, to those who never part. In this quiet scene, where death and life entwine, A testament to love's, eternal design.