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The Black Rose
The flowers are arranged
Into a pattern of beauty.
From the lilies
That are as white as snow
To the irises
That are as purple as twilight.
But in the middle
Of this outstanding beauty
Was a rare flower.
A black rose.
It slowly started creep out
To engulf the beauty of this creation.
As the rose
Swallowed the others
The thorns pierced
The delicate petals
Consuming the beautiful nature of life.
Into a pattern of beauty.
From the lilies
That are as white as snow
To the irises
That are as purple as twilight.
But in the middle
Of this outstanding beauty
Was a rare flower.
A black rose.
It slowly started creep out
To engulf the beauty of this creation.
As the rose
Swallowed the others
The thorns pierced
The delicate petals
Consuming the beautiful nature of life.
Published 5th Jun 2014
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19th Jun 2014 6:19pm
Is it creeping or creep out? Makes me think of cancer ravaging someone's body. Enjoyed.
