In shadows deep, where love does lie, A tale unfolds 'neath moonlit sky. A somber verse, I now impart, Of love that lasts, a twisted art.

Two souls entwined, their hearts aflame, A love so fierce, but doomed, the same. Through fleeting years, they shared their breath, As roses bloomed, they danced with death.

In tender nights, their bodies fused, With passion's fire, their souls infused. Yet in the depths, a darkness grew, Embracing them, 'til love was through.

Now bones remain, where once flesh dwelled, A skeletal frame where love once swelled. But roses thrive, through marrow's hold, A haunting sight, where love unfolds.

Through eyeless sockets, blooms cascade, A crimson hue on bones decayed. The roses weep, as petals fall, In mourning for love's eternal thrall.

Their intertwined roots pierce the bone, Embracing death, where love is known. For in this union, forever entwined, A love so dark, it won't unwind.

So let it be, this haunting sight, Of roses blooming in the night. In love's demise, a beauty thrives, As bones and blooms entwine their lives.