Across the Black sea

across the seas of time and space, of bleak and black so sumber
there rose a moon of silver light on the late of November.

a rose she stood by silent as the sun did flee away
and started to slowly trimble as the autumn breeze set in

the cried she did as bitter rain poured out her lovely red, until a black and britle thing in her place now stood.

Love, laught the bostful crow "who has the time for the poor."
and now shouts the death raven a stollen "Nevermore".

for by the time of old nights hallow, the flower was still standing but creeped inside her frozen eyes a night of horro's unending
for when the sun did fade away so did the warmth of summer

across the seas of time and space, of bleak and black so sumber