Flippant flowers bloom

but briefly with delicate

allure before death 

Bastions for beasts with 

brutal intentions begin 

to slowly crumble  

She walks with me tho 

her spirit was commended 

to you long ago 

Let's construct a new 

world from the bones of the old

men who betrayed us 

The tiny pansies 

cower from the old roses 

covered in sharp thorns 

Straight and narrow or

a twisted path lead to the 

same darkened doorway

Night falls slowly in

summer when the sun doesn't 

want to go to bed