Grade 3 Prose Poetry: Black Rose

Blue starry sky, dreamy memory

Ode to the Black Rose

The church bells sing the songs of angels in the vast night sky

The crow on the withered vine accompanies the beautiful fallen angel

The pure black wings wave their residual thoughts, echoing through the dark night window

The long wind tore these incomplete wings Broken in the chaotic time and space

Peering into the hostile eyes everywhere, lamenting the desolation of the night

Feeling the fragrance of blood, finding the palace of requiem

A broken scene, ghosts singing

Three girls fighting in hell

Darkness, loneliness, fear and endless battles are like sharp knives stabbing into their hearts every day Heart

The scarlet blood soaked through that land, and it sank into the deep blue ocean on the horizon

Five years of fighting

Five years of suffering

Five years of cold-bloodedness

Five years of tenderness

Five years of waiting

Five years of training

In the cemetery The black butterfly on the cross is flying against the wind with its back to the sun

The long-haired Gothic lolita opens the dusty window

The dead branches illuminate her face, as pure as a perfume lily Same

Her resentful voice sings with the dead

Playing the cello, the sound is ethereal and beautiful

In the garden, red roses are blooming. , that black rose...

Withered...

The morning rain and dew caressed the charming and beautiful red rose

Where is the black rose? Lonely and helpless

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All that is waiting for it is withering

The memory of the place with Manzhu Shahua must be blooming

The back of the young man disappears, embedded in the tearful eyes

< p> A love that no one bless will not perish because of it

Maybe, others will choose to be cowardly

I decide to be strong

I will remember his betrayal

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The haste that once made me leave

The angel’s wings were broken off and he fell into hell forever

The charming black rose, bloom with the flower of the German knight Together with Edelweiss

Show your arrogance and beauty

The more you love, the deeper you hate

When I point my sickle at you

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Have you ever thought about what I am thinking

That’s why another girl with red eyes wakes up

The Requiem of Death is floating in the air

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Girls dancing

Every dead night

Listen to the secret sound of blood in the ground

They like weird chants

It is the same as the song of the dead

Is it singing of extravagant revenge

Or lonely despair

The angel is sleeping...