Beware black rose and pick her not, <br />Those who succumb, in Hades rot, <br />Her bloodlust thorns are hidden well, <br />And if you stoop, you’ve entered Hell. <br />It’s not by chance, she grows alone, <br />No mortal man can hear her groan. <br />She plots in wait for naïve men, <br />And wrenches life and fate quicken. <br /> <br />I feel her dance with sheer delight, <br />As lovers near her den of night, <br />They never see her dreadful blade, <br />Her thrust of thorns, her wrath cascade, <br />And how you ask, can I state so, <br />What proofs have I, how could I know? <br />‘No rose can take immortal soul, <br />It has no plan to take control”… <br /> <br />“How can petals lure man to death? ” <br />You ask of me with bated breath. <br />Of what madness, do I dare speak? <br />What kind of mind can be so weak? <br />I have but one, contract to keep, <br />While your blood drains, and your life seeps, <br />'I am black rose, your soul’s demise, <br />Beware young love, of death's surprise'<br /><br />Anthony Joseph Erangey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beware-the-black-rose/
