Dark is the night and sweet the silence.
The joy of sorrow her only pleasure.
Cruel is the mistress and dark is her soul.
Dark emotion fills the crevices of her heart.
The sweetness of distress fills her life
with dark intense joyful pain.
She is a bittersweet black rose blooming
only in the lovely darkness of night.
For her only love is the sweetness of sorrow,
where no light can penetrate her heart.
Donavon Scott Vinson