Black Rose Poem by Ima Ryma

When you were younger you did be
Not much in thought of when I'd come.
In fact you rarely thought of me.
But you could never escape from
The fate of time and place when I
Would have appointment to find you.
For sure you'd make my list to die,
And there be nothing you could do
To change appointed time and place.
Both of us knew sometime, somewhere,
You and I would come face to face,
And why I came, you'd be aware.

I am Black Rose, angel of death,
Come to you now to take your breath.