While settled upon the cold stone floor,
she sigh’s and begins to weep…
For all she wishes is to feel loves touch,
for her feelings of lonely run deep…

Both hands placed across her face,
as the urge to cry is strong…
she ponders the thoughts which haunt her,
where might her life gone wrong…

Reaching out to grasp a dark rose,
lifting it to her nose,
smelling the aromatic wonders it possesses
from within it’s bud that flows…

Thinking how it’s darkend petals,
seems as simular as her soul,
fingers tracing it’s silken feel
as the moon shines through her window…

What a lonely girl am I,
no beloved one to caress…
she lay down with her single black rose,
to wish no dreams within her rest…

Mornings light came to call,
bright light hits her eyes…
But not a squint from the dark beauty,
as life seems to have said goodbye…

Within her grasp of crimson,
lay the wilted black satin rose,
for the thorns which now are redend,
lay where her flesh is exposed…

Now she lay in hollowed ground,
as time will fade her away…
A vine of silken black roses
adorn the earth there so beautifully where she lay..