Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, Two sisters of the night, in red roses array, Their faces, pale as moonlight, glowing bright, Reflect the beauty of a mournful night. Their lips, a deep crimson, like the roses they wear, Invite the darkness, with a sensual, sweet air, Their eyes, like windows, to the soul's dark night, Shine bright with secrets, and a mysterious light. The stained glass window, a kaleidoscope of pain, A reflection of the beauty, and the sorrow they sustain, Their beauty is a curse, a blessing and a test, A rose requiem, for the love they have repressed. In this dark, gothic world, they reign supreme, Queens of the night, in a realm of dark dream, Their rose-adorned hair, a crown of thorns, they bear, A symbol of the love, that they can never share.