Beware The Black Rose Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Beware black rose and pick her not,
Those who succumb, in Hades rot,
Her bloodlust thorns are hidden well,
And if you stoop, you’ve entered Hell.
It’s not by chance, she grows alone,
No mortal man can hear her groan.
She plots in wait for naïve men,
And wrenches life and fate quicken.

I feel her dance with sheer delight,
As lovers near her den of night,
They never see her dreadful blade,
Her thrust of thorns, her wrath cascade,
And how you ask, can I state so,
What proofs have I, how could I know?
‘No rose can take immortal soul,
It has no plan to take control”…

“How can petals lure man to death? ”
You ask of me with bated breath.
Of what madness, do I dare speak?
What kind of mind can be so weak?
I have but one, contract to keep,
While your blood drains, and your life seeps,
'I am black rose, your soul’s demise,
Beware young love, of death's surprise'