Title: “Black Rose”

Black rose covered in the rain of my tears,

Tears falling down as I kneel by the graves

Of my dying faiths, of my buried prayers,

And when empty hope, dressed in words, comes near,

She lifts the veil of wind from my eyes,

And whispers, “Rise… walk once more toward love.”

Black rose — fed by the rain of sorrow,

As I am fed by a fragile hope.

I rise from the ground, leaves around me fall,

And I wonder if I should join them all.

But the thought of you pulls me away,

The strength of love still burns through the grey.

My tears still cling to the petals of night,

The graveyard sleeps beneath the mist.

I walk away from the tombs of my faith,

The wind calls my name, yet I resist.

Blind hope still holds my trembling hand,

Guides me through the shadows, to understand.

My dreams are veiled in shades of rain,

Each drop remembers every pain.

But through the storm, I hear your voice,

A distant hymn that leaves no choice.

To live again, to stand, to see —

The black rose bleeds, but it still breathes in me.

Black rose — crying tears of crimson fire,

Love and loss entwined in the wire.

I walk through sorrow, I walk through flame,

Still whispering softly your sacred name.

Though faith has died, and hope is worn,

Love remains — reborn, reborn.

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Soft guitars fade like distant rain,

Whispers dissolve into refrain.

And in the silence, I finally see —

Even death cannot take you from me.