The flower of innocence is the most beautiful

      one in the garden

It blooms

      and it grows

Its petals

      crush terrors

And its radiant colours 

      end nightmares.

   When Winter comes

The flowers die

   Dreams shattered

Malicious hands crawl out of the Earth

   Grip skin and bones

Pulverize

             Destroy

Demolish

              Annihilate.

Elements shift

   Tears dry

And fall

    dry and fall

Repetitively falling from the face of 

    reckless relief

Filling puddles of ending fantasies.

The flower of innocence is the most beautiful
      one in the garden

And when it dies

     The whole garden whithers into nothingness.