Upon my eyes befell a flower dressed in black,
Striking in beauty, noble in act
She moved in calm and vigor,
Between lost men, drunk with ichor
Her gorgon stare reduced me to stone
and there I stood, bare as bone
A word I spoke, but no more
As I crumbled into dust, swept on the floor
With her voice, accompanied a choir
Sang by angels with their lyre
Serenading sweet harmonies for men to hear
as she struck my heart with a burning spear
Her smile took life out of my lungs
My love proclaimed, if not twisted mine tongue
In silence i sat, boiling with wonder
How can a man tame that Delicate Flower
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 1:39 AM UTC
Upon my eyes befell a flower dressed in black,
Striking in beauty, noble in act
She moved in calm and vigor,
Between lost men, drunk with ichor
Her gorgon stare reduced me to stone
and there I stood, bare as bone
A word I spoke, but no more
As I crumbled into dust, swept on the floor
With her voice, accompanied a choir
Sang by angels with their lyre
Serenading sweet harmonies for men to hear
as she struck my heart with a burning spear
Her smile took life out of my lungs
My love proclaimed, if not twisted mine tongue
In silence i sat, boiling with wonder
How can a man tame that Delicate Flower
