Black and dark, like demon's heart,
or evils deepest soul,
this hew of precious rarity,
this rose as black as coal.

Magnificent in beauty,
but dangerous as fate,
for spells withheld within this rose,
could conquer all with hate.

So now it is I find myself,
to think again of her.
Of the tragedy within our love,
and the forces as they were.

A fool was I to give it all,
my love with open heart,
for she betrayed all that i gave,
with evil from the start.

A promise, no, she gave it not,
so ask how I was blind.
And ask it how I was betrayed,
no answer can I find.

So the only answer i can give,
is like the rose, her beauty,
it drew me into thorns so sharp,
as to ignore my duty.

Of self salvation I had none,
so that I could not go.
And escape the trap she wove for me,
I left it over slow.

Ahh, love, that word, it stains my lips,
and tears apart my soul.
And the rift it tore within my heart,
it never shall be whole.

So even now the beauty,
of such a fragile rose,
can't blind my wizened eyes with lies,
or compensate my woe's.

So I'll place this fragile gem
back upon the earth.
I'll question all I know of love,
I'll question my own worth.

And turn to walk on sorrows path,
and step on pity's stone.
I'll live a life of empty voids,
I'll live my life alone.