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She gave the Red rose freely,
pushed it into his hand…

Told him that she loved him,
but he didn’t understand…

The meaning of her words,
the intenseness in her eyes…

It all happened so damn quickly,
taking him by surprise…

As he tried to walk away,
she screamed, pulling him back…

Demanding his full attention,
with a desperate verbal attack…

Threatened him with a curse,
or so this Gypsy woman said…

Before chanting in a foreign voice,
planting visions in his head…

Transporting him from reality and
into some other place…

One filled with superstition that,
people in her world embrace…

One that’s built on stories,
handed down from the past…

Promoting fear and obedience,
with curses and spells cast…

But he didn’t want to listen,
disrespectfully walking away…

Pushing her to one side,
annoyed at the delay…

So she closed her eyes and
a bitter curse was inflicted…

As her Red rose started wilting,
with a hatred that was twisted…

He didn’t even notice,
the mess he’d left behind…

Went on with his life and
she never crossed his mind…

Until one fateful night,
he became the victim of an attack…

And in his final moments,
he saw her rose turn Black…

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