The Black RoseA Poem by Amanda IvesEnglish assignment from a few years ago-personificationI
am a special messenger Who carries the feelings quite bitter From adversary to adversary across many terrains. I care not the weather, be it sun, wind, hail, or rain. Because of me, men have screamed in fear Or stood petrified by the foreshadowment of their graves. For that is what I have chosen to carry: Warnings of decimation, sent by my master to his quarry. I am beautiful in my own way Even if all I carry is death to people day by day. I must say honestly I have no choice in my job, But I somewhat enjoy it and do it anyway. So if ever you should be presented with me Remember that I’m not meant to be taken lightly Messages of death and destruction I foretell And now I, the Black Rose, say farewell. © 2010 Amanda IvesReviews
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