The Black Rose

The Black Rose (Photo credit: rick020200)

I am wicked she said
I am of the night
I am desolate, lost
You cannot fight
My deliberate moves
And my strategy
All the wicked begin
And all end with me

I am wicked she cried
Though not by my choice
I’m the song of the siren
The deadliest voice
And if I once was good
Then I once more may be
But I can’t seem to cease
Living wickedly

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to Wicked

  1. There is always something very sensual about the word ‘Wicked’ for me. I always question the motivation of a wicked person, but I may, as a friend once pointed out, just simply over intellectualising a simple issue. But I like the hidden meanings contained within the word. Maybe I’m just envious??

  2. I can imagine just how wicked. Nice job.

  3. You’re the least wicked person I know! xxxxx

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