The Black Rose

Josh

As the black rose sings it song of woe,                                        The crystallised diamonds begin to sparkle within the dark night,                                                                                                    I cry as the sight of these beautiful phenomenons become ever so vivid within my mind,                                                                      But I know that I will begin to lose the memories of these places,                                                                                                    And that, that is the scariest thing of all. 

  • Author: Josh (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2016 05:40
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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