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
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