The Vision Bleak - Chapter IV: Once I Was a Flower

Once I was a flower, fair and large in shape,
rainbow-winged the insects that from my chalice ate.
The rivers sang me hymns of beauty without end
and jewel-breasted birds were enticed by my scent.

Then they cut the thread of all my emerald splendour
and placed me in her hair to mingle with her grandeur.
That night she passed away, I know not how she died,
I had hoped to share with her eternal night.

But a strange wind entered,
spreading my leaves dead,
scattering them in ruin on
her cold death bed.

Yet my ghost remained like a faint perfume,
I do now haunt her grave, her silent chamber's
gloom to stay with her forever like a faint perfume.