Thy Black Rose
Sustenance, I beg of thee
Fresh blood to sustain me
No mirrors or lights
I dwell in the night
The crucifixion shall burn
Thy root and thy stem
If I suppose to know that
You walk in darkness,
Beside thy black rose
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