A Black Red Rose stood in a sparkling vase

As the sun shone through, the water glowed of wine

The thorns surrounded the stem like green lace

 

Everyone stopped to admire her beauty and strength

Her intricate accents that were enhanced by the sunshine

A curvy, longated stem with length

 

One day a petal slowly to the ground fell

Than another followed, making a line

Soon all that was left was a sweet, faint smell

 

At last, no one came to pass by

Left was not even one sign

That here lay the Back Red Rose high