I saw the silver petal 
Where she lay her head above the hill 
And frowned upon the endless meadow 
The ground below to crumble at will 

I saw the silver petal 
As her horror bloomed on the darkest night
Her power grew fire, her roots made from metal 
Ego reaching the farthest heights 

I saw the silver petal 
For it&#39;s masters&#39; hunger grew to strike 
The deadly echo; which not one could settle 
How a single bullet would destroy a life

Irelyn

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bekahalle

The echo that never ends. Striking write Irelyn.

Artis

Powerful yet soothing hope youre alright, keep moving forward

VerseBuster

This poem has a haunting, almost surreal rhythm – the “silver petal” image repeats like a dark refrain, and it gives the violence an eerie, almost ceremonial weight. I like how the imagery blends beauty and danger, making the reader pause on the power and fragility of a single moment.