Poetry

The Black Rose

Amidst the light,
The cheerful nature and all that might,
Quietly, sat the black rose,
Denying to stick with the status quo,
It stood in peril's way,
Glinted away, the sunlight's rays
Everyone shunned it to silence,
It was said to resemble death and hence,
It was ripped from the ground,
To where, it was bound.
Fell, the rose to the depths,
It belonged there, said they,
Little did they know, it once stood in peril's way,
Which now flowed free with endless bay.