Black Rose by Nate Leved, by Acerbated |
Shunning the sun Waiting for night to prosper Blossom opening Velvet darkness descending Upon dark petals Thorns turning outward Ready to draw The wine of life From those who Would suppress it Or crush it under foot. It remembers. There will be no mercy. |
Posted: 2006-04-17 01:28:32 UTC |
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