SMILING FLOWER

Smiling flower

on the meadow of fire

I pray the rain

sequesters your crying whispers

though shielded and strong

the stones

of the Church echo across the field

charred by the evil Satanists.

The black painted Iron Gate I grab

scream

that the devil is here within, and I

look at what you have saved

by the proxy

of your love on living things.

Smiling flower

giving all of yourself

you are

thinly disguised in the cloak of God

and the stains of His hands

are imprinted

on the white of your pedals.

Spirit of eyes

plainly see

that I have a Soul for the land

and the

divine character of its form

is a horseshoe

printed in the muddy ravine.

Flute playing elves

bring the angels

to the field of fire, and time

stands still

as I weep for the tarnishing.

Once a beautiful World

darkness looms

above as gray clouds bundle.

I sing

for the day and the night

and the return

of your legendary floral legacy.

Smiling flower about to break

I will give up

my spine to support your holiness

and gladly

sacrifice all that I am.

We fight

for the purity of words

and against

such fields where fires rage, I am

dedicated

and loyal to your Persian sky.

Smiling flower

paradise

is a reflection of this cost …

as my Poetry dictates …