May 6, 2021
Charles M. Skinner tells of the Banshee of the Bad Lands in 1896.
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Charles M. Skinner tells of the Banshee of the Bad Lands in 1896.
Black Rose
BLACK ROSE
Deep within the sleeping forest lies A wonderful, magical, darkened suprise Roots of silver deep underground It lays silent, not a sound
Beauty in each jet black petal Hard as stone, Strength of metal So much evil, so much power The Black petalled Rose, is no ordinary flower
The glowing leaves seem to lure You must resist, try and stay pure Do not touch and do not stare For it will kill, it does not care
Through the ages it stands alone The trees behind, it's wooden throne So much beauty, yet so much pain One single touch, you won't breath again
The creatures respect, the creatures fear They keep their distance, don't go near For at midnight this rose becomes human again Her revenge on those 7 men
A cursed flower consumed by hate This is the tragic Black Rose' fate She sleeps, she slumbers in her soil bed Never knowing, that she is dead...
Written by Jack Lanterns