The Red Flower
A fire raged wildly were flowers once bloomed.
red flowers swayed fiercely spelling doom,
changing color from time to time;
sometimes yellow, sometimes blue with a dark inside,
they danced around spreading far and wide!
It was an intensely compelling sight,
that could send you into a trance and maybe evil delight!
A Dream
Long before the fire-flowers came, there were flowers of every hue,
a gardener had tended to this paradise with dedication and love so true.
Toil
With great passion he tilled the ground,
he enriched the soil to make a lush growing ground.
Copiously he watered it with sweat and love,
to make it the most beautiful garden somehow!
Fruits of love
Flowers smiled and danced in the sun,
with fragrances of sweetness and fun,
weighted branches proudly displayed,
fruits of love as in the wind they swayed!
Butterflies and damselflies,
bees and dragonflies
Nymphs and fairies few
all had made this their home too.
Exquisite beauty, grace and life
they added to this paradise!
Birds of the air in every color,
singing songs of love and desire
brought ecstasy to those who wandered there.
The garden soon became a fable and a legend,
arousing a deep desire in the hearts of those who heard;
stories of its allure and ravishing beauty,
a pining in their heart for their eyes to see.
Word spread far and wide of this little paradise on earth,
and songs were sung of its beauty, richness and worth.
Avarice and Malice
Avarice and malice increased in the hearts of men,
they longed to possess the beautiful garden.
Without any toil or pain
they wanted to make quick gain!
Evil plans were birthed in their hearts night and day,
to posses the garden there was no way.
They planned to set afire
the thing they couldn't get, but deeply desired.
Red flowers bloomed and consumed;
All flowers and trees to ashes were doomed!
The gardener now bent with sorrow and pain,
looked at his work all gone in vain.
Yet, never gave up and travailed again.
Gnashing teeth and seething anger ,
only meant evil and imminent danger.
What they could not have they would not let thrive
so they decided that the gardener should die!
The spirit of Cain who killed his brother,
possessed them until they committed murder!
Malice which drew blood and was now never satisfied
until another victim it identified.
It laughed like the howling wind in eerie screams
and wandered about the world seeking men with evil dreams.
Gone was the innocence of the soul
when malice entered it and made it foul.
It turned men against men
making them more evil than they have ever been.
Sowing avarice in their hearts for everything heard and seen!
Murders and thieves, plotters and planners of evil,
their language become one of lies and deceit the very voice of the devil.
Trust was lost and doubts and fears took its place,
the world became a trail of ungodly blaze.
Malice and darkness entered every soul,
the dark side of man, never easy to control!
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