Twiddling with lavender
I cast a little promise,
Owing it to all that's dead,
To all frozen under carnations
And miles of piercing snow.
An exotic tulle of heavenly pride
Ensconse me within,
Like dahlias of the cruelest shade -
Alike the blood coaxing my bare hands,
Hauling me into lands unbeknownst.
I hear a silence that screams,
Endless hedges lined with pearls,
Stained crimson, weaving tales
Of vanquished minds b'neath -
Bayonets of flourish and guile.
Barbs harvest like grotesque mayhem
Amidst moonstone & pearls;
These lands - nursled with curse,
Fire engulfed, laced with malice,
A carnage - for splendour alike the sun.

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