[Petals of the Reincarnate]: 612.The Withered Rose Poem

The Withered Rose Poetry


This garden that I see
With its splendour and beauty
Calls out to me
In foreign tongues of secrecy
Entice’ s a weak mind to gape
If a rose you pluck
Then beware
With coiled snake roots
They come for you,
With golden shoots
They bound and tether
The hapless spectator , sever
From maiden flowers of exquisite binds
Bewitching the eye
So beware! That rose plucked
Will wither and die
Intoxicating , while you lie
On fields of poppies
Enslaving fools
Upon carpets of jewels
Mirrored reflections of the sky
Drowning out thought
That all things must die here
Time suspends for an eternity
In this garden of peace and serenity