BLACK ROSE

I will wait for you,

At the foot of the Black Rose,

Oblivious to,

The activities governed,

By Selene and Helios

 

Your oath chose Black rose,

Haven of our odyssey!

Its serenity,

Is an asylum from all,

And an enigma to all

 

With sweet ambrosia,

And choice delights of days old,

Our minds shall carry,

The pleasant haunts of a soul,

Aflight from machination

 

Amare Poeta