The Black Rose
I call her The Black Rose. She brings doom and death; a determined desolation; destruction and despair. She visits when my soul is spent and her desire for my downfall is solid. When the sun and the moon and the stars have been plucked from my universe, when my courage has left me long behind. She creeps in and catches me unaware; her thorns dive deep and searching. Seeking out my immortal imperfections, my soft spots and my deepest dreams. Her petals wrap me into an obsidian oblivion while my tortured mind, full of troubles and torment, searches for light.