Charcoal coloured petals lightly brush my hand. <br />Chrome silver stem cuts into my skin. <br />How could you the fairest maiden in the land, <br />Lust for my evil and sin? <br /> <br />You softly touched me as you passed by, <br />But in my eyes a fire blazed. <br />When you left I felt like I wanted to die. <br />The sickness I felt was just a sickening malaise. <br /> <br />My iron-bound hand yearn for your touch, <br />The only woman I will love so much. <br /> <br />The shut and lock the door, in darkness, <br />But they know not the way's of their carelessness. <br /> <br />I stole the key, <br />And now I am free. <br /> <br />I am only to be chained, <br />To your body (murder by your own hand) bloodstained. <br /> <br />Why does the rope fit so tightly around my throat? <br />I tried to tell them you did this not me. <br />I showed them your last love note, <br />But still they were too blind to see. <br /> <br />So with me, an innocent man to blame, <br />I am (was) hung in shame, <br />But in my hand all that time was that black rose, <br />That had been on your bedside. <br /> <br />So in that moment to life I said, 'Good-bye.' <br />And to death I embraced with a warm, 'Hello.' <br />Only to start to break down and cry, <br />For who should be in front of me, then my lady with her black rose...<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-28/
