Black Rose
Black Rose
Painted in the darkest hue
Exquisite and rare
Held by her dream and hope
In wind she swayed
I shall shine with the sun
And stay calm under the moon
Rest shall my soul
And be born again
She sang to herself
day and night
Rest shall my soul
And be born again
Then again she went
Under the moonlit sky
Painted in the darkest hue
In wind she stood
Under the moonlit sky
he stood
But he cast not an eye
As he was a hue darker
She felt his hue
And saw him sway
She let him be
For he was to be born again
She inched closer
And it was all perfect
They both were reborn
under the moonlit sky
