In the moon's embrace, a garden lies,
Where white roses bloom, under starlit skies.
Their innocence gleams with a soft allure,
Yet secrets they hold, dark and obscure.
In the shadows' dance, a love takes flight,
A dark romance, veiled in the night.
Betrayal's touch, a venomous sting,
Passion entwined with a treacherous ring.
Whispers of love, a clandestine affair,
But death's cold touch lingers in the air.
Mourning souls weep, as petals fall,
Lost in the depths of love's tragic call.
Dark romance blooms in the pale moonlight,
A forbidden dance, both day and night.
Innocence lost, passion's embrace,
The white roses tell a tale of dark grace.