The Blood of my Rose [part II]

Howl of misery forgotten
The red, crimson cry
Of blood pouring over
Black let love die
Misery forsaken
Tiresome helpless needs
The treasure that's almost forgotten
Among the darkened years

The rose wilted and dead
Each petal blown deeper
Darkened Angel death
For those live the ghoul and reaper
Spirited forsaken
The flowers long gone and dead
For blood left past red
The forever black well crying
Out to all of those
Who stumble upon
The blood of my rose.