Black blood flows freely,
down thy side,
split from the empty cavern,
in which my heart once lay
Black blood that was once red,
tainted black by,
The sorrows of Love
It flooded that cavernous place,
in which I lay,
now it free falls over the edge
If i had a life,
that would be it,
slowly ebbing away
But with my heart left my soul,
and my life was cut away
So now i lay,
in my cavernous chest,
where my heart once was,
there i sleep,
drowned in black blood...
- The Black Rose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem