On a summer night,
As I walk along a path,
I notice a small glow,
Emerging from the ground.
I get down on my knees,
To take a closer look.
As I take notice,
Of what this object is,
I realize it is a beautiful rose,
That has grown to the side of the path.
Its petals are as black as coal,
Yet they feel as soft as silk.
The leaves are smooth and perfect,
And darkish green in color.
The rose seems to absorb the moonlight,
Giving off an eerie glow.
The leaves shine like silver,
I will call you my moon rose.
You look so perfect on this night,
Stretching towards the full moon,
There are no thorns on my moon rose,
Just a beautiful, silvery stem.
I stand up again and glance at the moon,
Continuing down the path,
A beautiful picture of my moon rose,
Remains in my thoughts.
They years pass by and many times,
Have I walked down that same path,
But never again have I come across,
My moon rose ever again.