Black Roses

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Dark.

In a pool of blood.

He's gone.


Where he is?

No one knows.

Death is a strange thing.


Tender.

Like a flower.

He lies in his final place.

Patched up from the war.


Battle.

Died a hero.

Forever known.

Legacy.


Black roses.

Arise with tears.

Know one knows.

The true battle is here.

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