Beware of the Black Rose

As dark as midnight

That resides in the garden

Next to the old cemetery

Its petals are of the softest velvet

It smells of sensual perfume

Intoxicating, Overwhelming, Enchanting

With sparkling emerald thorns

It holds a curse made by a gypsy woman

Whose lover is buried nearby

He was killed by the townsmen

A misunderstanding, a drunken mob

Make no pleasant mixture, indeed

It steals the souls of the unfortunate

Who wander into its lair

And dare come near its gaze

To be burned in roaring Hellfire

An eternity of everlasting pain

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