Age of death finally came Claiming the one thing he can lend In a land thought to be unknown Little flower asking to be grown
"Enough is enough" he said Second chances can't be begged A song writtten to it's head Waiting to be wrote but will die instead
Crying and shouting A bee can be found lost by wings Mesmerizing the thought Same land as the flower, he was caught
"I heard the message my dearest soul" Death said, being an ironic ghoul The wings that led him to fly Caused the pain that made him asked why?
He who had tried To have the maiden's love She who have been blind Pain strucked, faster than one's sight
One deserved more One should be punished One who's willing to sacrifice One who's blinded by pride
Both will own Same world but in different kinds they are known Related but not the same Both aim something but only one should be blame
The day that death set Destiny is what they get Flower as the maiden who at first smelled like a rose Who came out eventually with a heart of a stone While the bee who can possibly have a strangled mind But the truth is his heart's the one pure and kind
This poem is about betrayal and love. How people can be blinded by something that has lesser value than the one they have. How come they choose something worse when they could have something better.