Twilight Buttercup.

Twilight buttercup, ere who never falters.
Borne of thy mother and thy father in blessed union.
Elegance sprung from fertility,
ever well of mournful understanding.

Whence your siblings wither,
you grace the gloam.
To kiss the moon’s  tears,
and shed the world’s sorrow.

Twilight buttercup, youth ought eternal.
as your petals ache.
Dawn springs forth,
and joy reverberates.

Not yours to be however,
deign to sleep through pleasure.
At nightfall renewed,
to shield us from darkness.

Twilight buttercup, the end is nigh.
In all your glory
and with all your strength.
Even you cannot turn the tide.

Praised gentle flower,
softly into death.
Impart in your passing,
your sorrowless vigilence.

Author's Note

This is a somewhat surreal poem. I actually started with the title and tried to work my way around it.