Their love was a story not sold on good.
Something evil, she would leave him if she could.
Black Rose's and a night of wedded bliss.
It all started one night within this lustful kiss.
She said " no" and to him that meant " yes."
A horrid nightmare, within this complicated mess.
Black roses, sat upon her bed.
A Roman empire, danced inside her head.
He fed the town with these horrific lies.
Another victim, cursed upon her cries.
That night she should of fought him with what he had done wrong.
Waking up each morning, never feeling strong.
Black Rose's, sat upon her bed.
This nightmare still plays inside her head.
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