She roams the unknown, tracing the dark
I try to follow her steps, this flower carving the winds
Dancing gently through the air, luring me into the drowning marsh
This pale blossom of the night, gracefully fading to black
An aroma plumes, decay crawls
Withering slowly to an end, begging the mercy of the stars
Her petals bleed colour, before one unwilling to see the world gray
If only I could hold her, encase her my grasp
Swaying delicate before an ignorant sky, twirling alone in a field of scars
She who used to shake with fervor, trembles now doubtful and afraid
She descends unto the waters,
the heavens lament her fate
Floating on a surface of oblivion,
she refuses the moon's gaze
And she reaches this pond's depths,
I scrape my knees and foul my hands
And in horror I ponder
"What if my love was more than my care?"
This striking sweetflower was following the sun, and I was casting the cruelest shade