Loneliness of a Blooming Flower

"It is from the dark, the empty, that we must reach out to ensure we grab a hold of something. Id we never reach out then there is no hope of catching something and the empty darkness will rest like a crown on top of a king." - Authors Note 54


Somewhere under this veil, Hidden in a void
There is a flower
Above the sky is cold
Here, never witnessed, never tainted
Pure to her roots
It blooms in this Sanctuary.


Avoiding the empty world
Avoiding lovers warmth
Avoiding the torments;
Still as stone.


She sits alone
In slumber before bloom
Watches the word spin,
Spin eternal as a top;
Like a sword in a stone
She rest atop her blooming throne
Imaginary kingdom of Strange.


It is from her void
Avoidance of thoughtful passion,
Empty as a glass awaiting filling
That this veil of stolen elegance
The aegis like parental guidance.