Black Roses Poem by Hermione Femalton

(This is inspired by a twisted character I was playing in a school play)

Roses crawling 'round the vines,
see the blood, see the signs,
It's a game, my dear, my friends,
To the grave the roses send.
The night has died the petels black,
Once you go, you don't come back.

Heed the warning I now say:
Shut the door, walk away,
For this game you must be clever,
Darkness falls, rising never.
The roses black, . now they will call,
Your scream is lost as you fall.

Roses crawling 'round the vines,
see the blood, see the signs,
It's a game, my dear, my friends,
To the grave the roses send.
The night has died the petels black,
Once you go, you can't come back.

(September 2007)