Black Rose Poem by Jacob Courtney

You sit in the garden away from the others.
Your seen as an outcast hated and feared.
In the shadows you have grown strong
with long thorns that dig deep into the
skin of those who dare come to close. I
never wanted you to be alone in the cornor
but your thorns destoyed all they touched.
As the suns touch came upon you,
you began to wither away. I tried to
save from your cruel fate yet you dug
your thorns deep in me. I knew that this
would happen but through the pain I could
save you. Black rose let me help you until
the sun passes. Yet you wither away with
your thorns running deep into me and still
I try to bring you back to life.