Mine Monstrous Flower
I once hadst a flower as lovely as can be
But mine flower didst gone and betray me!
A beauty of blues and greens carved by suns
In the morning lighteth he blissfully swung
Washing my darkened misery in run
Daily I gazed upon him growth
As timeth so magically sloweth
When upon a moonlight stroll I wandered
And saweth my flower had absconded!
Mine heart didst rage and my face shatter
Water leaked from my eyes in openeth splatter
Wildly I sought for him in madness
With disregard of all mine senses
Even ripping apart at garden fences
Detangling poisonous vines with beareth hands
Killing all creatures crawling on land
Tearing plants from cords of life
Slashing with mine dagger in murderous rife
And thither finally I saw my flower so sweet...
Layeth in another's arms, the treacherous fiend!
Mine heart did roar liketh a bull
And madly I stomped them both to kill
Mine beloved flower was nay more...
Stroking his mangled petals still soft and warm
Seeking quietus release of my mourn
Grievingly, I trudged carrying his deceased form
Through the broken mess of a garden undone
Which layeth ravaged and maimed
Long gone from its wondrous days
Blood of the dead stained mine feet liketh scars
Ripped shrubs in dying glooms cried from afar
Quaint colours once bore now lifeless in dirt
So sorrowfully mine heart didst hurt...
Suddenly the sunlight shone liketh a beckon
And thither mine flower stoodeth undefeated!
I rushed over in glee and held him ever so gently
"Mine flower dost liveth!" I wept a plenty
And mine eyes belied with false compareth
I hadst been misguided by the moonlights glare
Mine lips rested against his petals so fair
But he withered in cold forbear
'What's wrong dram flower?' my eyes didst query
But he turned hence away, visibly uneasy
For mine rampage fordid his world so fair
So mine flower didst misprise me in dark despair
Each day he groweth weaker in his hate
Collied by this most solemnest of fates
Mine flower is anon a dark creation
Nay longer warmeth, but now a monster to be hated.