The Black Rose by Raven BlackRose

The beauty of a black rose, it's fragrance oh so sweet.
With petals soft as velvet, no other can compete.

Enchanted you reach out, to pick the delicate rose.
You feel a sharp pain, as you bring it to your nose.

All to late you discover, its beauty you now scorn.
Enchanting is the black rose, but deadly is its thorns.