Best Fantasyrose Poems
Black the raven’s wing appears
Poised for somber flight,
Black the craven soul who hears
Demons in the night.
Black the rose a witch has kissed,
Black its withered frame,
Yet the man-made devil-mist
Puts the rose to shame.
Be the magic what it will
Black as chimney stack
None so black but blacker still:
Armaggedon-black.
Black velvet was the rose that withered at my feet
Poet he was not and blood dripped from the thorns
a rose as black as night skies
a rose as black as the poets eyes-
Poet he was not and black the blood from his thorns
So dead inside was he with the black roses born
a rose as black as his icy eyes
with thorns as demeaning as his guiltless eyes-
So gifted was he with the black roses from
a rose as black as winter nights
with thorns as sharp as his thoughtless lies
black velvet was the rose on summer sighs-