Black Roses Whisper

black roses bloom where shadows creep rooted deep in graves that weep petals soft as silken sighs drinking moonlight, cold and wise they curl and twist with midnight’s breath a garden fed by whispered death their thorns, like claws, draw crimson bright a sacrifice to starving night winds that stir them hum with woe secrets buried far below names long lost on weathered stone yet black roses hear and moan pluck just one, and hear the call a voice that slithers, thin and tall a lover lost, a debt unpaid a ghost unshackled, love betrayed so leave them swaying in the dark let them keep their mourning stark for those who dare disturb their bed find their own black roses spread