The Black Book

April 23, 2008
By Kristan Parenteau, Newport, VT

A rose that was once red,




is now black.


Black as your life has turned.


Your tragic tail is shattered,



Like a window,broken.


As you look to see what it says...


Your heart, pounds to a beat





of an unheard drum,



as your story reveals itself.


The look of fear upon your face,


feeds the souls of the cold hearted.


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