Flowers of hell

O' I spot the flowers of hell,

how delicate they look so,

 yet unholy they show.

What has become of beauty so much that it's praised?

Making compelling beliefs swirl into a maze?

Show me your beloved face and your ill-gemmed case.

Make me see the flowers of hell;

For I am to see the beauty so,

To arise as I fulfill my duty.

Reviews

[K writes]

Wow, this is poetic.... so nicely written