(06/02/2013) Black Rose

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Black Rose
 
Darkness comes in many forms
The most
    Beautiful.
        Elegant.
            Terrifying.
Of which
Is the black rose.
 
What I carry with me when I go
Is a rose as black
As the dark itself.
It’s thorns dig deeper
Its petals bring pain.
 
It is the evil angel.
The guardian.
Who blocks my vision,
And guides my steps
 
No matter where they may lead.
 
Because to watch a black rose bloom
Is surely to court death.
 
It is the looming despair
That haunts me every day
    Beautiful.
        Elegant.
            Despair.
 
I carry the rose
Into that good night
As the black rose guides me
into a field of thousands
     Just.
         Like.
             Her.
 
©2013 Alex Hicks

2 thoughts on “(06/02/2013) Black Rose

  1. The fragrance of black rose is so sweet,its darkness does not lessen the breathe, look at the black rose wake up in the morning, the last night darkness could not keep, the black rose to bloom in the morning, with light as its guardian to keep…

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