Petals the color of midnight. Thorns that ***** and draw out blood. A fragrance that can hypnotize. Flowers planted in a barren garden where nothing else will grow. Dark Roses bloom in the light of a blood red moon, flowers fit for a widowed bride. No love can be found in these flowers for they were sewn in the hard ground by grief and death. They serve only to testify of mourning and sorrow at death and tragedy of a love lost too soon. So grow the Dark Roses, a reminder of the pain of loss.