The Fatal Scent of spring
The frost from bloody winters past still shade the meadow crimson
And the withering of petals makes the tree’s leaf with concern
It is hard to differentiate between our fallen allies
And those who seek redemption with a tulip or a fern
The stillness of the arid mist has calmed the soul of fire
A gaze upon the mountain forces minds to breath in Zen
Yet somewhere in the breeze a force awakens now with fervor
This will be the day where power breaks the Ruby Gem, again
Aromas now seduce the mind of all who call the dreamer
Serenity’s enchanted with the strings of fragile hearts
A flower should be gentle in caresses of the raindrops
And roses draw the blood of those who tear petals apart
Our sun begins to fade away as mother moon is nearing
The night brings wanderlust to nightmares knocking on the door
Patience seems to decimate the strongest wills of nature
As the Ruby Gem denies the suspect bleeding on the floor
Amusing is the death of fall, a whirlwind crying heavy
Past history makes no effect on the most important fling
A symphony of petulance is teeming at the brim now
The dreamer now won’t soon forget, the fatal Scent of Spring
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