Black Rose

Entering into the silence of the dead, 

Racing to fill the void of darkness.

I am alone and all I hear are voices,

From the wandering souls saying

“Remy do you want to dance with the devil,

And walk on the dark side with me”?

This dark entity has withered my soul,

Blackened my heart and drained the love of life

Right out of my body, here I stand,

In this eerie but yet familiar place.

Shades of gray with traces of the soul,

That has bled me until I was no more.

Shall I give my dark love a black rose

For the love we once knew.

My love has wilted he loves me not,

But I can still taste the blood from the last,

Encounter with my dark prince,

Vicious bloods seething from the depth of my heart,

Just wanting to suck the last drop of blood from his body,

All I have left is the memory of his soul and the tainted spot he 

Marked my heart with.

So I shall I ever cross path with this entity,

Will I be able to share the black rose,

That rectifies what he had, I doubt it all I have is bitter sweet memories,

Of our twisted and eerie dance on the dark side.

I shed blood tears from deep with in my soul.

I graze into negritude I embrace the coldness which,

He left in my soul  along with emptiness,

All I say now is my dark shadow,

May, I give you this black rose as a symbol,

Of the love we once knew.

Miss Remy The Poetess