Night roses

Under the moonlight
In a forest of dead trees
The roses grow

Black as night
Swaying in the breeze
With a dark kind of glow

Liberated by the moon
Imprisoned by the sun
Daytime is a tomb

But nighttime is coming soon
Day lights almost done
And the roses start to bloom

Blue stems
black pedals
And a heavenly scent

unholy gems
Of nostalgic medal
Perfectly content

To be flawless
In creation
Shining through the branches

Its a lifeless
Sensation
To watch the roses dance

And dance they will
till dawn breaks
And turns the stems green

But the pedals wilt
And for the roses sake
Just let them be

Until night comes back
And turns the roses black