Black Roses

I grow roses in a garden The garden of my soul The roses are all black Fading and centuries old Whenever one turns gray It dies and moves on Then another grows in its place As soon as the sun goes down Rays of moonlight illuminate them It makes them shine like rain Black Roses glistening with bloody jewels The sight is worth the pain My Black Roses are so beautiful Grown into my own worst fears Their petals drip with red ichor Crying my bloody tears So in this serene garden The garden of my soul Each flower lies dead For only Black Roses can grow