~ Cursed ~

She grows, blossoms,
sickens, dies.
She lost her seed, lost her life.

She is a fragile flower, plucked by the winter cold, craving
for sun.
Her eyes are ripe
her lips rime.

A tear drops on the ice floor of her glass cage.
False pretence
Dying delights
Rising flames

She fades in the eternal morning sun.
She falls, surrounded by oblivion,
first, last.
A bitter wail haunts the wastelands.