Dark Flower
Beauty in Darkness
In shadows deep, where moonlight weaves,
A flower blooms among the eaves.
Petals dark as midnight’s cloak,
A secret beauty it bespoke.
In solitude, it stands alone,
A soul embraced, but all unknown.
Its roots entwined in mystery,
A tale of silent reverie.
Beneath the shroud of velvet hue,
A heart of beauty, pure and true.
Yet, in the night, it bears its grace,
A solitary, hidden embrace.
The garden of the lonely heart,
Where shadows play their silent part.
A dance of echoes, soft and low,
A symphony for hearts that glow.
Each petal holds a whispered tale,
Of love and loss, a somber trail.
A solitude, a cherished balm,
A quiet, melancholic calm.
The moon, a witness to its plight,
Casts silver beams on petals bright.
In every shadow, secrets sigh,
A lonely heart, beneath the sky.
Amidst the dark, a bloom so rare,
A fragile soul, a deep despair.
Yet, beauty thrives in mystery,
A silent, haunting history.
The night wind hums a lullaby,
As stars observe from the vast sky.
The dark flower, a poignant plea,
A yearning for sweet company.
Cherish the bloom with petals deep,
A soul within its grasp, asleep.
For in the shadows, beauty gleams,
A tale of solitude, it seems.
Let love’s embrace unfold its wings,
Awaken the bloom, the heart that sings.
For even in the darkest hour,
Resides a beauty, a lonely flower.
The garden, a canvas for the soul,
Each bloom a chapter, a story told.
The dark flower, a mystic guide,
In the tapestry of the eventide.
Amongst the petals, echoes sound,
A symphony of silence, profound.
Whispers of a heart’s silent plea,
In the realm where shadows flee.
As the moon continues its ascent,
The flower’s secrets find a vent.
In the alchemy of solitude,
A spirit’s bloom, a life renewed.
The stars, like witnesses on high,
Illuminate the flower’s sigh.
A ballad in the quiet night,
A hymn for hearts, soft and light.
In the garden, where dreams unfurl,
The dark flower, a rare, dark pearl.
A paradox, a poetic verse,
A tale of beauty, a universe.
And as the night gives way to day,
The dark flower, in shadows, may sway.
Yet, within its solitude,
Lies a resilient, quiet fortitude.
So, let the verses of the night,
Embrace the flower, hold it tight.
For in the lonely, there is grace,
A tender bloom, a sacred space.
