Posted February 12, 201411 yr The bloom in the darkness, radiantly shining, sweet lilies of the valley, their scent a delight, their glow alight, shining prettily in the dark night, their scent a lie, tricking you, the foolish child plucking at blooms, a bud breaks: pollen falls. You do not feel anything at first, but then your pores begin to burst, vines crawling free, skin rotting, like an overgrown flower bursting free of its potting. You cry, but no one hears, as blood red tears flow down your face, the vines embracing you, a saving grace, music sounds, but you don't hear, the transformation is almost done, your light shine like every other one, you sway in the breeze: what a pretty flower, bobbling about in the midnight hour. It makes one wonder, it can't be true, this flower... almost.. looks like... you. Edited February 12, 201411 yr by TheTimidLight
February 12, 201411 yr Author I imagined morgan freeman saying this SO AWESOME wish i had that guys voice I'm honored to have Morgan Freeman's name grace my poem.
The bloom in the darkness, radiantly shining, sweet lilies of the valley,
their scent a delight, their glow alight, shining prettily in the dark night,
their scent a lie, tricking you, the foolish child plucking at blooms,
a bud breaks: pollen falls.
You do not feel anything at first,
but then your pores begin to burst,
vines crawling free, skin rotting,
like an overgrown flower bursting free
of its potting.
You cry, but no one hears,
as blood red tears flow down your face,
the vines embracing you, a saving grace,
music sounds, but you don't hear,
the transformation is almost done,
your light shine like every other one,
you sway in the breeze: what a pretty flower,
bobbling about in the midnight hour.
It makes one wonder, it can't be true,
this flower...
almost..
looks like...
you.
Edited by TheTimidLight