Black Roses

Roses so beautiful turn dead at night 
A bird with clipped wings disabled from flight 

Scorned with a stare, silence a snare
A hollowed stomach and pernicious disrepair 

Skins are exposed one soul becomes naked 
One falls in love the other becomes hated 

A burdened presence and the rope held tight 
She holds the scissors, hands porcelain white 

Flame to epidermis, my body a furnace 
An answered prayer is a nightmare emergence 

Cleaved to an ideal, blinded to faults 
The heart beats but it’s availability holts 

His first true love the angel sings 
His spirit breaks the devil swings 

Redemptions a path the winds get heavy 
To disappear or stay and chivy 

Feather, muscle, bone grow wings 
The eagle soars on steady winds 

Roses so beautiful turn black at night 
Roses reborn at the dawning of light