I was a seed, resting in my silky nest,
Hoping to grow in fertile land.
My core was coded to bloom in red.

I fell to a land that seemed like heaven—
Shining white clouds, a verdant, pure field.
But once landlord planted me,
The spell was broken.

The sun collapsed, the clouds went dark,
The greens turned pale,
Thunder and lightning tore through the sky.
The soil was a perfect curse.

My seed’s free will was stripped away,
My dreams detained,
My roots began to rot.

I bloomed with darkness and poison.

Now I call you—my holy Knight.
Come and fight for me.
Seize my seed from hell.
Reclaim my dreams locked in the cellar
Come closer. Hide me in your chest.
Water me with hope, compost me with faith.

Let my roots become your sacred ivy.
Let me be your tree of life.
All I offer is my eternal love.