butterflywriter7

a single rose,isolated from the bouquet lies still glancing from the shadows,crawling out from the crevices it sprouts down low singing its dark song,not colors of peace it wears but the color of death,petals not dressed in pink or red, nor any other color waving its rhythm keeping eye on the roses around,roses in red and roses in pink dazzle and shine in the light of the sun,count each breath and each with song peeking from the crowd casts a rose,petals painted in nothing but black,its stem securing the dark rose to life,when darkness falls stars shine out its beauty black rose your petals are dark,dressed in the color of death wearing