A Black Rose is what he has given me
When darkness becomes the glory of a Black Rose
When gone is gone and darkness holds on
When a Black Rose holds all the game of fame
A Black Rose is what he handed me
glistening in the night rain, hold on to pain
A sign, a symbol, of his darkness
An insignia of loss, from heaven above
It’s the Flower of Darkness
the old kiss of death
lying in wait of September
The old velvet moon shines on a dime
You could see in Dark Angels eyes the hurt of his own lies
In his hand, he holds a Black Rose
the possession of what he Loves
It represents the beauty of despair of a lonely heart
Dark Angel takes me by the hands and we start to dance to every raindrop that falls to the ground
Within the black petals drown to its growth you will find grief
poison in every leaf right down to its dead stem
you will hear screams that have no end
the cries of the wind that clutch at Life
at the heart that has been broken down
Within its thorns blood of ice, you will find that is not nice
the spirit of those who are lost not yet found
within this dark Black Rose holds the stories of you and me
It holds no peace only darken dreams
no sleep from all the pain that comes in dark rains of September
The power to let go of the pain will never come
A Black Rose is what he had given to me
that glisten in every dream that comes to me in the rain of dreams.

- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery