Black Rose -

In the garden so peaceful, where the beautiful things all grow

The solstice begins so slow and the signs of winter will show

Days become shorter and the sun seems unsure

The clouds have gone now, leaving only the starless azure

In the morning shall come rebirth of the sable’s prey

But in the glow of that light we start to see the decay

For this is bittersweet, with death comes new life

No amount of grace could prevent this strife

Black Rose

After the light must come the night

It’s only dark before the dawn

And in the end we shall move on

Black Rose