Black Roses

Black roses cover the field,

Blood red skies on high,

Clouds the darkest of purple.

 Trees once green and lush,

Now cold and barren.

Black roses grow in sorrow.

 Blood red skies,

Blood of those who died,

And were killed from war.

 Nothing grows on the fields,

The plains once loud with movement,

Now silent in fear.

Those who live hide from what brought Terror.

Black roses,

The only ones who dare face it.