An Upheaval - The Black Rose

Melancholic, miserable and misused,

Like forlorn and wretched souls.

Sable, subtle and scorched,

Like ghastly death on my door.

Wistful, wrathful and wizened,

Like a broken spinster from forgotten yore.

Cataclysmic, constant and cruel,

Like a black rose from dark lore.

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