Black rose blooming
Rising from the ashes like a Phoenix.
Leaving all in the wake of its glory.
Darkened in every corner but yet pure and simple in it’s raven amour.
The dew drops and envelopes her thirst.
She drinks it up.
Like a phantom from the shadows.
She looms and blooms.
A fearful and beautiful thing.
I love her delicate petals
and how they open and fold.
Soft and dangerous.
A mystery to be turn.
Go bloom on the silent of the night,
But beware the wolves that thirst and tear their throats for you beauty.
And remember that beauty is fleeting.
It flees all too soon.
~ For a friend, a Phoenix~