The Black Rose

While silent night, I am alone in the graveyard,
a lot tombstone around on the land,
full moon beside the old giant tree.

I am thinking and staring around yard,
I wondering how does dead people feeling now?
Freedom? Pain? Lonely? Or what?

I looking up the moon,
it's seems feeling proud as free as painless,
but, the moon is not alive.

I looking down the old giant tree,
it's seems old as dead as lonley,
it'smore than hundred years old as very spirit as stronger.

I looking my hand holding the black rose,
the black rose is mostly beautiful more than any kind of flowers,
it's very power of word for the black rose.

The black rose meaning rest in peace.

Joshua "Vampbat" Womick