The black rose, how daringly beautiful
Breathes softly her sunlight
But only as theivery
Thirsty for blood,
For power unending
The black rose will feast
Devouring each smile
With her gossamer mask
Veiling her thorns
And her venomous past
"You're nothing," she whispers
"I'm here to help you.
I am the guillotine, so sudden, so sweet.
I am the noose, only deception beneath your feet.
I am the blade, the best of your foes.
I am the black rose, I am the black rose."
