The Last Petal
Upon the dirt they lie in heap,
Each given chances now long lost,
As ever closer to death they creep,
Each forgiven despite the cost.
Remains now one last petal white
To protect pistil proper from
The storm come fast to swallow light,
And Hades’ ceaseless booming drum.
But lo, blows now a shaking wind
To tear small screams away for good,
And hope keep from the hopeful pinned;
A rotting stem where green once stood.
As darkness closes with dire walls,
A whimper sounds—last petal falls.