The sky lit up with a fiery blaze,
The sun fell beneath the earth, giving the skyline a tangerine colored haze.
All I could see now were shapes.
They looked blotched and disfigured, the shadows showed.
I looked in the mirror to see the same figure.
Disgusted I was, though I could not seem to look away.
I wanted to hide myself, throw a rock at the mirror.
Your beautiful red flower, its green stem that glowed.
Though it died, I know.
Yet still I wonder.
If the feeling is there.
My body to the red flower will never compare.