~Where the wildflowers grow.

Where the Wildflowers grow.


In meadows long forgotten, a cold wind blows,
Wildflowers grow reaching for demon's souls.
They sing of mortal carnage and sin enlighten,
A cold wind blows in meadows long forgotten.

Flowers bleed and dream of light, under a grim sky.
The decaying soil reeks with death, as angels cry.
Believing became rotten under heaven's might.
Under a grim sky, flowers bleed and dream of light.

Bonded as one, both in heaven and hell, minions gather.
Under the lightless sky, they pray~ for nothing can matter,
Staring into darkness and tempting, terrifying fun.
Minions gather, both in heaven and hell, bonded as one.

Time has never had a meaning for these soulless rivals,
Putrid and decaying these flowers symbolize cursed bibles.
Never truly dying, but forever tormented and screaming.
For these soulless rivals, time has never had a meaning.

They feed together, an army of dead flower shells.
Forever growing, reaching for the depths of hell.
Never will freedom be granted, hunger will lead.
An army of dead flower shells, together they feed.

In paradise, meadows so lifeless and cold, wildflowers grow,
Becoming something beautiful and full of woe.
You'll hear their songs, as your sins bleed your tainted mold.
Wildflowers grow, in paradise meadows! So lifeless and cold.

         Written for Kanaspoet! Poetry Contest! . No title prompt. Form prompt. "The Swap Quatrain and Historical Research" .Won Third Place that round. I am still Thrilled!


"Note~ Paradise in heaven, expressed as hell, or touched and diseased by hell.
Can heaven be hell?~~