One black rose,
Thorns covered in red,
Blood of the innocent,
Taken before they were dead...
Ice covers the petals,
Sparkling so light,
Showing off their color,
Black as night.
The lonely rose,
She sits alone,
Cut off so young,
She has not grown.
Seen as a gothic beauty,
By those around,
Still she cries,
Without a sound.
No one sees her,
For who she is inside,
So here she sits alone in the dark,
Wanting only to hide...
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