Bud

[virginangelic]

This poem struck at night, whilst on a walk. :)

Bud

Dawn has arrived

Shining light within

Awakening the seed

That once laid dormant for centuries

 

Growing, grasping,

Creeping.

Twisting, twining.

Shooting, searching,

Reaching for the sun.

 

A small bud pops

And the world watches

With breathes abate as

 

the bud opens,

blossoming, blooming,

only to reveal

 

A dead queen

Lying within

 

Alas, too late,

And the creatures mourn.

For whose blood

Stained their hands.