.:: Black Rose ::.
Dead to the world,
No more than a ghost,
A smudge of black
On a coloured page,
A blank in the detail,
A blur in the vision,
A blind spot
Forgotten in sudden rage.
And yet more vivid,
More lively, more fierce,
Than the page
On which it lays,
A hidden beauty,
A roaring wildfire,
Invisible under
Defensive greys.
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