Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A maiden lies, surrounded by roses' sway, Her tresses wild, like dark, winding streams, As petals softly kiss her porcelain dreams. The red roses, like rubies, glow with inner fire, A symbol of passion, love's sweet, secret desire, Her eyes, closed to the world, yet open wide, To the whispers of the flowers, side by side. In this still moment, she is free to roam, In the realm of dreams, where love is the only home, The roses, like sentinels of old, Guarding the secrets of her heart, so cold. Yet, in their beauty, she finds a peaceful nest, A haven from the world's loud, jarring unrest, And as she breathes, the fragrance fills the air, A sweet, intoxicating scent, beyond compare.