Rose Requiem

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play, A vision emerges, ethereal, gray. A maiden's face, serene, with eyes closed tight, Surrounded by red roses, a passionate, mournful sight. The roses, like velvet whispers, soft and low, Enfold her, a dark, sweet, and secret woe. Her skin, a porcelain moon, glowing bright, A beacon in the darkness, a gentle, loving light. The roses, like splashes of crimson, bold and free, A fiery halo, a symbol of love's ecstasy. In this still moment, she is lost, yet found, A paradox of beauty, a heart that's bound. To the roses, to the shadows, to the night, She is a vision, a fleeting, wondrous sight. A rose requiem, a lament, a love song true, A tribute to the beauty, that shines anew.