Somber shadows often see a color shade which tends to cover a garden rose
But all too often, do we overlook these flowers themselves; it’s our vile vanity I suppose
Thus, it seems those maybe the eerie thoughts tailored for assassin, one who is becoming frigid and cold
So, listen for a moment, as in a moment the composition of my will shall be composed
…Woes in the twilight hours found vividly exposed…
Throughout the night my covenant friend edged of sharp steel knew only a murderous intent
While the moon sat in the sky as our guide, with a silent chill as a comforting hand fairly present
Onward we raced ever so episodically towards a smell that intoxicated the air with iron
Fulfilling an unyielding blood-lust we shared; surely a quantum tide accelerating particles of fire
Strange it felt, that this bond I had with an onslaught never appeared to be foreign or shameful
I delighted in the wake of was to be a swift and frequent culling
As my blade belonged to the kingdom’s king, and I more than honored obeyed his crown
Furthermore was I proud, therefore any foe unto my lord, a future corpse, my oath and vow
Still, Fading chimes; hence beautiful are these ebbing thymes and the parallel decaying time
I find a bit lost I am, while and when staring at particular petals depicted as indigo
Let me show you Fibonacci’s greatest secret among a cryptic cosmos
Observe faint filled whispers set between the delicate seconds of my dying ethos
…For therein lays her sweet, gentle name…
Cattleya, a flora she pointed ever so fondly at during a summer’s midday
Ergo, Astray I presumed myself I would say
When I became seduced by the virtues of this woman’s smile and of her imperial eyes
Forever taken by her… “Lovely are they not,” she asked… “Enchanting,” I replied
Then, thusly I plucked the soft vine’s defenseless stem…A gift for one so very benign within
“Why rush something that is inevitable” she cried
Just as I watched as tears flooded from her now un-tranquil mind
“Death comes for everything” she sighed “All life is precious for life’s fate is to die”
Naïve I thought as I left with no returning gestures or any talented goodbyes
…Some men are evil and are blessed with a quick demise…
Feel that ominous breeze corrupting the midnight, caressing thy face, echoing tales of the moonlight
You killed my father and brother a boy screamed as I beheld a cattleya blooming in the night
Fight we did, however I could only see Cattleya’s eyes;
Distracted by the thoughts that I was the evil one in this boy’s life…My assassin’s pride made me so blind
The clashing duel raged on,
And honestly I wanted to spare this child if only to protect her essence for while
Forfeiting guile and reckless I became as the boy stumble towards that prolific flower,
A grand effort I made to push him away,
Yet, therein that moment my grim dismay, for I rushed directly into his vengeful blade
Perspecitvely, there laid a change in a killer’s heart that slowly became more concave
A bit of wisdom at my grave… divine “ All life is precious” my atoning last line
So fondly I pointed at that beloved flower reflecting upon my sinful crimes
Lovely are they not Cattleya asked me once
As enchanting as a garden’s rose was my final un-forsaken but dimming thoughts
(In that moment I understood what precious life truly was… Thank you my unspoken love.)
~ Paradise’s Poet ~
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Great read
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Well written prose, in my opinion 🙂
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A richly layered and highly evocative read – nice to escape into… Thank you for this…
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An intense, skillfully written poem with so much attention to both rhyme and meter. For me the heart of it is here:
Just as I watched as tears flooded from her now un-tranquil mind
“Death comes for everything” she sighed “All life is precious for life’s fate is to die”
Naïve I thought as I left with no returning gestures or any talented goodbyes
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I had a catleya once.
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