"She inhaled her death, and gazed to the object above her
'A black rose', she thought smiling as she remembered it's velvet petals
Her favorite flower, oh, what a delicate, beautiful, vicious flower it was
'The black rose, the flower of sorrow'
She let go of her last breath as she faded into darkness.
Witnessing this, the rose wept the only way it could,
blood dripping from it's petals, soon it too sank to the ground
joining it's admirer in hand..."

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Honestly, this was ironic.  One of my signs/symbols is a bleeding black rose.  That was from my friend Katie, on FictionPress.  Wonderful writer, isn't she?