Duality

Poem no. 11 | The Black Rose

In the night of the latter day,

The last as many say,

I have seen a black rose,

Light from within arouse.

As i walked by

A voice heard I,

The rose was silently screaming for me

For she knew what it had to be.

Pitch black glow

But white as the winter's snow,

Near the river she did grow

A seed of hope and sorrow.

Little have i known

About the powers she did own.

I didn't know then

But I know now,

Cursed was the moment when

The gift of life she endow;

Cursed with the power of love,

White as the Spirit's dove.

Little have i known

About the thorns she had grown,

In the black night they shot a hole

Clutching and rooting into my soul;

A hole of triumph and disaster

The Black Rose was growing faster,

The pain she was healing

My soul she was stealing.

The Black Rose grew within

My mind and under my skin;

Tears to appear she was making,

My heart she was aking.

For too long I have been

With a Black Rose within.

It was a night to remember,

A night forever caught in ember,

Black Rose, to your door

I will walk no more,

Black Rose therefore

You will rise nevermore.