Black Rose

From the first breaking of soil

She was black

As if night had seeped into her veins

And fused with her flesh

Standing diffidently apart from the

Brightly, vermillion hued Roses

The red, Red Rose

Whose arrogant aura shamed

His purest petal

Looked disdainfully upon all other roses

Especially the Black Rose

Every drop of sparkling dew

Shone like a star on the Black Rose

Her eccentric beauty could not be compared with

Even by the perfection that was

The Red Rose

When the awe inspired whispers of the Black Rose

Reached the Red Rose

The Red Rose was engulfed in burning fury

His beauty faded as his anger grew

Ash and dust iced the leaves of the red, Red Rose

His petals lost their lust

They unflatteringly scattered the ground

And when the red, Red Rose wept

His sobs were not answered.

When winter came and the Black Rose fell

She was mourned.