Dark, mysterious and beautiful, The fine membrane like skin, So velvety to the touch. The scent is nostalgic, Images flashing in my mind, Are short memories of fondness. The deep secrets that are within, Gently wrapped by petals, The musk escaping in the air. Held together so delicately, Protected by its thorns, Don't be fooled by this Jackyl and Hyde. The black rose invites you to its death, A confetti of petals float away, Just the way my spirit did.