A black rose has it certain power

Once enchanted and beautiful

Once marvelous and attractive

Once sweet-smelling and fulfilled with love

But Indeed!

You could never possibly read a Black Rose's mind

For now Rose,

Dark,

Withered,

Dying,

Tortured,

It could be, the love and beauty has escaped it

It could be empty

Could be the Rose has lost its soul

Could be?

Couldn’t!

For you could never possibly read a Black Rose's mind

A drop is hanging from a petal

The rain is pouring down

And the rose whiters in sorrow

Washing away its life

Cleansing itself for the sadness

The red rose is turning black

A tear is falling from a petal

The drops are becoming a burden

And the petals are yielding

Bending down for what awaits

Sinking towards the ground

The black rose is turning to dust

Sprinkles with the morning dew

A shining bud, emerald new

It opens in the suns glowing rays

A crimson stain a dreamy haze

The petals float gently to the ground

They softly land without a sound

A form sorround with crystal frost

Alas it seems our rose is lost

But when the icy fingers lost their hold

A brand new bud replaces old

Still smell sweet

Peculiar fragant

Soft petals and gentle thorns

In dark,

No light,

Rose favorite garden

"Just you and me my sweet and gentle night"

The emptyness gathering around

Rose set theself free,

And unconsiouss

In the beauty of silence

You and me

Once again in the dark

Lie and unconsiouss

We thought

About those horrible things

We scream

As rose pass you by

You touch the thorns

And fainted!

We were crushed

We were cuddled our mind together

I was stuck!

Totally stuck, can't move

And still Rose lie in the darkness

UnConsiouss

Hate

Hate

Love

Hate

Love

What's next?

Can't figure out

Oh! How I hate thee

Oh! How I love thee

But now I hate thee

I was down on my knee

Weeping my self

Why I hate thee

The silent that’s around me

I watch that shy moon hiding

Drapped in my silken darkness

I think I just made someone drunk on my surreal beauty

Or it's justa rose beneath me

so please touch me again, touch the rose...now

Octo, 3-2000 nocturne