THE BLACK ROSE ...POEM

THE BLACK ROSE ...POEM

The darkness of the night accompanying

  to the silence in the valley, the torments,

bleeding the thorns of black roses

that in captivity they leave leaving lamentations.

And ignoring that sadness

between the coffins a voice calls me,

leaving the blackness of those shadows that banished a beautiful lady.

His tears cheered thirst for revenge

with the heart completely shattered,

afflicting a pagan and mean being

for an old wound caused in the past.

I come to bring you my best offerings

a black rose filled with blood and thorns

so that you continue to suffer and

  burning hell.

and end up being, the worst of the ruins.

BELLA ROSA NEGRA,

SAD COMES ME,

YOU AND YOUR BLACK PETALS BRING AND LEAVE IN MY HANDS

WITH

BLOOD THORNS AND

MY SOUL YOU TAKE ...