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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