Black rose

Black rose on the window lies,

Through the trees gazes to the sky above,

Silently for her mistress cries,

Motionlessly awaiting for her Love.

Black rose on the window rests,

Watching through the woods a path of snow,

Ignoring strayed guests,

And birds disrupting night sky glow.

Black rose with the steel leaves,

Forged in the reddish flame,

Formed with mighty hammer slams,

Made enchanted with his name.

Black rose on the window waits,

Patiently waiting day by day,

Until he appears at her gates,

And her mistress takes away.

The End

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