The Black Rose
No one knows
Of the sacred Black Rose
It's said to be cursed
And soon
Things turn for the worst
So in the forest I stroll
The thunder begins to roll
I take shelter
Under a tree
Then I look down
Surprised
For it's the Black Rose I see
Now I worry
My vision turns blurry
I have to lie down
Then
I hear screeching from all around
My head begins to ache
I cry and beg for this to be fake
And there sits the rose
Laughing and taunting
In the wind it flows
Not a single tear
Left to cry
Just that stupid rose
Being watched
By my eye
Of the sacred Black Rose
It's said to be cursed
And soon
Things turn for the worst
So in the forest I stroll
The thunder begins to roll
I take shelter
Under a tree
Then I look down
Surprised
For it's the Black Rose I see
Now I worry
My vision turns blurry
I have to lie down
Then
I hear screeching from all around
My head begins to ache
I cry and beg for this to be fake
And there sits the rose
Laughing and taunting
In the wind it flows
Not a single tear
Left to cry
Just that stupid rose
Being watched
By my eye
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