The Black Rose woke up this early morning,
with coldness, through her, running,
as a dew from her leaf,
falls to the rock where she had been asleep.
There, standing alone in darkness,
she bends her mind, chasing helplessness,
while the thought of her Precious,
invaded her heart, furious.
Yet,what she felt could only be,
if not,what else could it be,
than what it should be,
but pure love raging insanely.
But as the sun came into light,
she drew out of its sight,
to her secret place,
where learning about patience, is a solace.
Then his face cropped out of nowhere,
and her eyes widened in a stare,
taking her by surprise,
he made her alive.