The plant of the dark, a beauty so bold
Its colour, a true sight to behold
A symbol of strength, a sight to inspire
Its picture, to describe, a lustful desire
Its petals, like pure velvet and silk
A view that is rare, a hope it won't wilt
The feel of the sweetest yet coldest of mothers
A mystery that is difficult to uncover
The black flower, a gift from nature's hand
A look so extraordinary, too much to be demanded
Its power, a force not to be reckoned with
A dangerous task, but worth the risk
For the one of shadow, the one of rarity
Its features, can't be compared to sanity
A sight not to miss, always leaves an impression
That sends you to bliss, no catch or discretion.
