I stare at the rose that seems not to age

The soft silky petals blackened by rage

Colored to match the darkest midnight

Reminding me of my heart's destined fight

The lust of the blood that nolonger flows

The temptation that only the Eternal knows

The only memory from before I was reborn

My moonlight dusted finger catches on its single thorn

Watching the blood I lust once more

Memories are slipping back to blood and gore

I glance at the petals and shed one single tear

The symbol of my kind, Oh so very near

The emptiness I feel no one knows

Into flames I throw the black rose