• The beautiful red, that blooms, given to a lover...
    Then there is the outcast, for it's legend to be a gift implying death...
    As the red, blooms, becoming ever broader
    The black, soon becomes deaf...

    The Red Rose, the flower showing the most ultimate love, filled with such compassion
    The Black Rose, the flower showing ultimate death, doom, and destruction...
    Both divine, in their own beauty, though different eyes, see it differ...
    The heart and soul of pure or corrupt will chose which flower withers...

    The mind of the lover, believing love is true, there is no pain...
    Thy mind pure and all, heart allowed to gain..
    The love brought unto it's red muscled walls...
    Shall see the red rose's beauty in awe...

    But the mind of the corrupt, a heart made in shadow will plainly see
    A corrupt flower fitting for such as thee...
    The person shall chose a flower darker then it's foes...
    To be a fan and lover of thy blackest Rose...