Paranormal Reluctance

Oh pretty flower, thy fragrance reached out and found something,

That I did naught know was thither but unaware thou were,

Of the shoal that lay beneath as it came back to haunt,

Leaving thee delirious was not what I desired.

Oh pretty flower, I still sense thee in my aura,

For my garden is nothing now but memory,

A glistening light in the abyss that is my mind,

Captivated with thy blooming petals but I durst not be thy gardener.

Oh pretty flower, spring is all that is life in thy aroma,

If not for the slave inside that serves the unholy,

Aware of that thee tried thankless to nurture,

But I am heroin; I must be left to me.

Oh pretty flower, for all the death and panic inside my zenith,

I shalt tarry in thy garden for as long as I am.

Reviews

[Elaenor Aisling]

Deeply lovely work. Really enjoyed reading this.

[Falling Leaf.]

One of your most beautiful pieces. I agree with Emily, a generation of Poe. Exquisitely penned!

[Serenity Faith]

This read like a modern Poe. I loved it! It had a dark beauty to it. Very elegant ^_^

[FJ Davis]

A dual tribute?--one to a victim and one to "Heroin Past?" Not at all sure.
Quite prettily put, however.

[Cathy Wattam]

There is something very beautiful about the language used here and some wonderful phrasing. I also love the story. Great poem.

[Ellie Howard]

I loved how you incorporated Elizabethan language with modern writing techniques and especially the meaning behind it.