Roses of Black

A new kind of rose blooms in  the garden of mist.

She rises up with her pen in place of a sword.

The new kind knight has just been born.

She writes her words in blood.

As her heart bleeds on a her magical scroll.

She has writen many poems and taken a new toll.

With her pen she create a masterpiece.

A writer a new kind of knight i do propose.

She is a new kind of knight, the silver rose.