Black Rose

In the garden so peaceful, where the beautiful things all grow
The solstice begins so slow and the signs of winter will show
Days become shorter and the sun seems unsure
The clouds have gone now, leaving only the starless azure
In the morning shall come rebirth of the sable’s prey
But in the glow of that light we start to see the decay
For this is bittersweet, with death comes new life
No amount of grace could prevent this strife
Black Rose
After the light must come the night
It’s only dark before the dawn
And in the end we shall move on
Black Rose