Black Rose

The pier smelled of tar and bitter salt.
He steered his ship as if the sea was his to own.
She carried audacity and quiet pain,
A gorgeous thief of hearts.

He was a cliff, cold, unbroken, still.
She was a flame the wind could never kill.
Bold and proud, dangerously alive,
She dared to stand against fate itself.

Her father vanished into the faceless deep,
When fog swallowed the edge of the horizon,
Her pleas to the gods came back unanswered,
And the sky roared like a wounded beast.

From the dark, his frigate broke the storm,
Driven by hunger for resounding wins.
He faced where death was playing games,
And took the helm with steady hands.
He saved her father from the fierce waves,
Not for praise, but for silence alone.

She watched him, holding her breath,
That proud, bold, unyielding face.
And something stirred deep in her chest:
A tenderness she had never known.

A fisher’s daughter and a captain of storms,
An ocean lay between their worlds.
He gave her salvation, but stole her peace,
Becoming her sweetest curse.

She waited for him at the ancient pier,
Clutching a rose red as blood.
He never turned, never saw her there,
Love was a language he'd never understood.

Love burned through her like a knife,
A tempest of hurt coiled in her chest.
He never once returned her gaze.
She ran where cliffs meet raging waves,

To bargain with the fate itself.
She wanted to leap, to end it all,
To disappear, but pride held her still,
And in her place, she threw the rose, still loving…

A cabin smelled of roses and sea,
A letter sealed in wine-dark wax:
"You saved my father, never knowing
How deep is my longing for you.
Farewell, my proud captain.
May someone else warm your frozen heart.
I'm leaving, the rocks will embrace me tonight,
This time, it's forever."

She was a shadow in his throne room,
While he drank to glory and success,
But her image haunted him like a siren's song,
And the ice in his chest finally cracked.

He crumpled the letter, his voice breaking,
He spurred his horse toward the cliff's edge
Through stone and storm to reach her,
But the rocks were empty now, he was too late!

He called her name,
But the wind swallowed his voice,
The sea returned him only silence.
Her rose remained among the rocks,
Like a mark burned into his soul.
She sailed away, without a shred of regret,
Leaving his heart in eternal darkness,
The one who was dearer than all his victories.

You saved her father! You were a hero!
But you killed her faith in miracles!
Now she commands the tempest!
And even the skies obey her name!

The letter trembles inside his hands,
Her ship is gone into the mist
Forever...
No second chances and no way back,
Only among the rocks remained
A rose turned black.



01.07.2026г