Onyx Bloom

A black rose
Placed on a stair
Where it came from no one knows
It's a symbol
Of a curse
Leaving the brain less then nimble
The onyx bloom
Glaring and staring
Sporting it's pending doom
It's sweet perfume
Rising in the air
Permeating the whole room
The smell making
Noses perceptive
To what it could be taking.