My beautiful melanated rose

Each thorn contains a different facet of my prose

Entire worlds fall from each prominent promising petal like dew

Roots dug deep and searching to entangle and enrich hearts anew

Stretching towards the sun trying to seize each day

Fighting hard not to wither away

Life happens, Dew dries, and petals fall

life’s parasites tear at the roots and begin to gnaw

Roots snap, the will of the stem starts to bend

Ebony petals adorn the earth

growing crisp as they forget their worth

worlds grew dark as the dew dried

life happened and the black rose died

The creative energy is ravenous and will always generate a need

The black rose will sprout again, as life destroys, it has also provided a seed

-Poetic Ice