Rose Requiem

In slumber, she is cradled by petals of desire, A sea of red roses, a somber, velvet fire. Her face, a porcelain mask, serene and still, A vision of beauty, in a dreamless chill. The roses, like dark, unfolding hearts, Surround her, a passionate, mournful work of art. In this quiet moment, she is free, A fleeting beauty, for you and me. The shadows dance, upon her skin so fair, A gentle caress, beyond compare. In this rose requiem, she finds her peace, A moment's rest, in love's dark release. The world, it fades, as the roses unfold, A tale of love, of loss, of beauty cold. And when she wakes, the roses remain, A testament to love's enduring pain.