The Black Rose

Dancing with cold delight
Out of my window,
White beams of moonlight
Piercing the shadows.

Flames from a candle burn
Softly glowing.
Flickering in the breeze
Gently blowing.

So where are you now, my queen, my love?
Descend to me from night's abode.
I bear the gift you gave to me.
The promise of eternity.

So many nights ago
I heard your calling;
Cry of a lonely soul,
Star that was falling,

Out of the darkness
Appearing before me,
Feeling the sadness
That shone in your eyes.

So where are you now, my queen, my love?
Descend to me from night's abode.
I bear the gift you gave to me.
The promise of eternity.

Beckoning to me to
Share in your sadness.
Lost in your beauty,
I listened in silence.

Drawing me from my world
Of lonely endeavor,
Filling me with desire
To join you forever.

So where are you now, my queen, my love?
Descend to me from night's abode.
I bear the gift you gave to me.
The promise of eternity.

You said to me, "For you I bear a love as true as death."
And so I swore fidelity as long as I drew breath,
But ere the sunrise threatened with its strident rays of light.
You gave to me the black rose, and vanished in the night.

Dancing with cold delight
Out of my window,
White beams of moonlight
Herald her coming.

Passing dark interlude,
Comforting presence,
Companion in solitude,
Night's sweet caress.

So bear me away, my queen, my love,
And carry my spirit to night's abode.
The daylight brings no joy to me,
It keeps my soul apart from thee.

The black rose calls to me by day,
Reminds me of your promise made.
And so each night I wait for thee,
To claim my soul eternally.