The Maiden Of The Black Rose

Sited high on her frozen throne,

She looks doen upon me .... a pitiful human,

The danger lurks...... a single kiss from her cold icey lips would drain the life out of me

A single gentle touch would put me in an eternal slumber......

Yet the heart's unholy desire's is overwhelming... longging for her tender lips and sinful touch....

The dead air brings a sense of emptiness in the soul as she walks deeper into the unknown ......



Soon the beauty of the Maiden of the Black Rose shall be forgotten