The flower in the garden

I walked somberly to the place,
Looking for a visage, a face,

Only to find a disheveled trace.

Vowing to honor such disgrace:

Enduring a visage of a dead space.

Yews, roses, orange blossoms, all,

Once tall, absorbent of radiance,

Ubiquitous foliage then--now, Fall,

Latent to afflict, has found balance

Letting the stalks droop, causing

Insurmountable woes to unity and beauty.

Laboring for an anomaly, I tread through,

All while environed by the apparent chaos.

Then suddenly, I am taken aback,

Risen from the deaths, a vivid lily,

Uniquely stands erect in defiance of the

Looming destruction.



Picking it softly,

Yearning brightly, I cradle it lightly.

-Deicide Ozymandias