To My Black Rose Poem by Max Corvus Tenebrus

My black soul tares apart from the memories of old,
When my heart was in love with a girl pale and cold.
For her I would have given my very soul
And a heart full of dreams untold.

Plenty of red roses in her garden,
But only one amongst all those,
Was the flower of radiant darkness,
An elegant and fragrant black rose.

She took my love gently, we drank a lot
And Eros made us in our llust burn,
Her flower beauty I never will forget,
And no dark poem ever will return

I still recall how her teeth took my blood
We both were in pleasure so,
To me she had given her lustful dreams,
And promised never to go.

But one day she went away
To where, nobody knows,
She left for me a tear-stained letter
And a fragrant black rose.

Oh how life can be cruel to me,
I whisper in my chamber cold,
With my trembling hands in darkest fear,
A strange letter I unfold.

This letter is quite long and callous,
But in sorrow I will tell you what I've read,
The only love of my miserable life doesn't love me,
To her for all eternity I am forgotten and dead

Who is she with, where had she gone?
I do not dare to ask or know,
My soul and heart to stone are turned,
As I kiss the fragrant black rose