A black rose solemn and sweet, mysterious when it and your eyes meet.

Ugly, pretty it might seem to be, yet inside it has been hurting a non-factor it is.

Why does blood looks good on a black rose is that because they are like red tears.

Depressing and dull some call it, yet don’t doubt it because its beauty has not yet been shown.

The black rose among many, yet something about it keeps it from fitting.

It has dangerous disastrous thorns to keep people away but they too are torn.

Rose beyond the mist dark in the shadows someone grabs it and holds it tight in a fist.

Blood comes down, as if tears.  Someone got to close to love it, causing hurt.

This is one of the many black rose’s fears.