The Black Rose

A Red Rose can be a delight,

But a Black Rose can be a fright

They can reanimate the dead,

Even Mr, Ed, which can be such a dread

But one girl used the roses for good not evil

She was a goddess, she rivaled even Mother Nature herself

There was a battle and their blood spilled on the earth

Creating white roses, as white as the moon.

But that my friends is another story.

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