Bloom of the Black Rose

Born of ebon light

That only blooms in the darkest of midnight

The rarest of flowers

That will never wither

Petals like velvet


The black rose

A symbol of eternal night

That shall go on

No more fear of the end

Only of tomorrow


This gives hope to all

Who walk and stalk

The endless night

For all time

Never to look back


Walking in the twilight garden

There in the center

In all their glory

The grandest of all relics

Blackest black rose


It will bloom on

In the heart and soul

Of the children

So that we never forget

Our origins


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