The Black Rose
Dark as night, your face gazes
proudly from its cloak of darkness.
I wait, as the rain falls around us, its cool drops landing on your perfect petals.
My ivory skin is beaten by the moisture, making me wilt, but you still remain.
I am ruined, a pale shadow of a beautiful flower.
As I die, a red rose cries for me, but I do not listen.
All I see is you, staring ahead, not noticing, not caring.
As I wilt, and return to the soft earth, there is only one thing in my mind.