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A BLACK ROSE IS WHAT HE GAVE ME

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A BLACK ROSE IS WHAT HE GAVE ME

A BLACK ROSE IS WHAT HE GAVE ME

A Black Rose is what he given me
When darkness becomes the glory of a Black Rose
When gone is gone and darkness holds on 
When a Black Rose holds all the game of fame
A Black Rose, is what he handed me
Glistening in the night rain, hold on to pain
A sign, a symbol, of his darkness
An insignia of loss, from heaven above 
It’s the Flower of Darkness
the old kiss of death
Lying in wait of September
The old velvet moon shines on dime 
You cold see in Dark Angels eyes the hurt of his own lies 
In his hand he holds a Black Rose 
the possession of what he Loves
It represents the beauty of despair of a lonely heart
Dark Angel takes me by the hands
 and we start to dance to every rain drop that falls to the ground
Within the black petals drown to it's growth you will find grief
poison in every leaf right down to it's dead stem
you will hear screams that has no end
the cries of the wind that clutch at Life 
at the heart that has been broken down 
Within its thorns blood of ice you will find that is not nice
the spirit of those who are lost not yet found
within this dark Black Rose holds the stories of you and me
It holds no peace only darken dreams 
no sleep from all the pain that comes in dark rains of September 
The power to let go of the pain will never come
A Black Rose, is what he had given to me 
that glisten in every dream that comes to me .

Poetic Judy Emery (c)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/3/2017 12:47:00 AM
I liked this somewhat dark poem. Very well written. But then I love dark poems, though my friends seem to insist I go for bright lines.
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