Black Rose

Black fire in a small glass ball Swirling like water Moving with no cause Rolling off a table Falling to the stone floor Breaking into pieces Spilling the black fire on the floor Large black metal vines grow from the black fire Vines that twist and turn Growing along the floors and walls Up the tables legs Growing rapidly The metal vines reaching out across the floor Climbing the bed Twisting and turning Moving like snakes under the covers Lifting her body off the bed Raising it into the air Her body laying still The vines growing up around it Hiding it from view A black rose takes shape from the vines Opening up it shows her in the middle The black metal leaves of the vines open Releasing hundreds of lights into the air Dancing along the vine Dancing their way up to the rose Illuminating its petals Revealing her beauty to the night

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william-p-markwalder

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