The black rose is a dangerously passionate flower .
She is strangely beutifull yet venomsly poisonous .
Her petals are delicatly placed and sensualsly soft .
Blooming out into a multitude of unpredictable mind games .
She is covered in the sharpest of green thorns .
Each and every one of them, sits silently still and piquant .
The black rose dances provocativly , along in full view of the wrathful wind .
Thrusting her hips back and forth , left and right .
Her hair blowing out , into every possible direction .
She catches the eye of her next victim and beckons him in towards her.
The wrathfull wind , suddenly turns into a indignant rage of a hail storm .
Angry thunder , roars throughout the skies .
Terrafying lightning bolts , come crashing down towards the ground .
And trecherous rain and ice cold hail , infiltrates the forbidden lands .
The black rose is a femme fatale.
A woman of great seductive charm , who leads men into compromising or dangerous situations.
The End