Deep in the forest of memories
Beneath a black cold stone
A rose, planted by Hades
Stranger, to others... unknown.
Dark beauty with velvet touch
Red as Rome's fire once were
Cause no harm other than a clutch
But for vengeance, she forbear.
Astonish to those who marvels her
In the midst of the forest of tears
For she's not just a lonely burr
She's hiding, covered in fears.
In the depths of her woes
She silently dwells, the devil's rose.
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