Max Corvus Tenebrus

Rookie (18th Oct.1990 / Zagreb)

To My Black Rose

My black soul tares apart from the memories of old,
When my heart was in love with a girl pale and cold.
For her I would have given my very soul
And a heart full of dreams untold.

Plenty of red roses in her garden,
But only one amongst all those,
Was the flower of radiant darkness,
An elegant and fragrant black rose.

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