Black Rose!

Bent and curled like the Moon. Guard the Gate of Gaits,

from thieves who steal by beauty.

Crimson thief, Rose red lips,

doting eyes like Rose hips.

Carry you thoughts into the stream and then awaken

and see what I have taken.

Memories made pursed as Lilac,

of days and ages I'll never have back.

don't shed you tears for ghosts who paint in black and Red,

over the graves of words they have said.

"I shall be I shall be!" and then never were.

as they say now "I am as even a Cur!"

Mangled and caught in the spittle of my own addiction.

Black and Red, the Back you Read.

The lack of the Dead.

wanting and desiring more

as their bones scrape along the floor.

Black as Roses, Roses Red as Black.

Turn now and take your heart back!

lest I become the monster I am and desire more,

and take you with me along this floor.

Stand back and wait for my decay.

I can no longer hurt you this way.

Black as Roses, arose his back as Red.

Black are the Roses on my head!