With this change,
A life, defected.
Out of my range,
A face, reflected.
What has this come to,
Why can’t I see
The beauty kept hidden
Among the debris.
This flower of doubt,
So pretty, and sad.
We’d be nowhere without,
Our flower, clad
In a veil of shadows,
A cloak of wonder.
Its petals, the clouds,
Its roots are the thunder.
It’s for this which I hunger,
For victory I lust.
This flower of shadow
Our victory, a must.
A triumph of light,
Darkness forgotten
The end of the fight
A flower, now rotten.
I hope we remember,
For ages to come
What we had forgotten,
What we now, have won.