Black Rose
Black rose, in twilight’s gentle hold,A mystery that night enfolds.Its petals dark as the unseen,A beauty quiet, and serene.Amidst the garden’s colored bloom,It stands alone, in shadowed gloom.Yet, in its solitude, a light,A strength unseen, in darkest night.No vibrant hue, no fragrant air,But still, it thrives, a presence rare.In contrast stark, it draws the eye,A…