Verses

Flowers sprouting in the lungs 
Of a white haired, full flare buck
Rearing its head, antlers and all 
All these words on the tip of my tongue
Carnations bleed with romantic verses 
Swimmingly well versed they are 
Wrapping their pretty green roots around my veins 
Wishing to release these curses 
Obsidian blades stabbing the buck in the rear 
As it gallops its way to the clearing
It trots away with a click and a neigh
Takes the words farther into the woods I dare not near 
Arrows bleeding from its biceps
Spilling fragments of scarlet in the snow 
Leaving me dying with this Amebedo of a hurricane 
Tearing its way in this body 
Ripping the petals of my feelings to shreds 
Scattered deep in my lungs
Rest the dead flowers of words you reap 
Now I'll follow that buck I suppose
Till I catch it 
Look it in the eye 
Watch it die with pain and suffering 
Then let the words bleed out and the flowers stay wilted 
As I am lost in the chaos; winter woods of what you have done