Larkspur oh Larkspur
How pretty your petals may be
I stare at them endlessly
Drowning myself in you
As you bring your pink, white, purple, and blue
Larkspur oh Larkspur
I've heard of your stories
Brought by an angel, blood of a slain beast, an envious warrior
Is how it goes?
Your splatters becoming of your nature to grow
Perhaps it is that you are a poetic flower by chance
Larkspur oh Larkspur
It is my defeat
Your charm has me dancing at your feet
You, making me think all your violence means something is sweet
Such a beautiful spirit you are of love dear flower
Larkspur oh Larkspur
Maybe this is the end of it all
I hate to be the one who lets you fall
But if I do, perhaps I'll see the splatters-
And see you bloom
