A flower that glows in the moonlight of the stars
With leaves of delicate golden rays
Has evolved and formed over the years
With pure crystal formed from silver tears

It has crackled from the heat of scorching fires
It's petals are tattered and torn
With scars branded into the flesh of the yellow folds
It envelopes more than one beholds

It began like the ages past
With more memories than any being could grasp
But no longer will it last

With honey pollen strewn through the air
Its origin is scattered everywhere
And staring into the darkening desolate drought
It slowly withers in throughout

The strength persevered through the years
Is now destroyed
It's yellow glow covered in ash
A dark depression severed by hate
No longer tolerate to wait upon a faith of a rejuvenated fate

It has fallen a million miles
No hope for reconcile

This flower so fragile