Death blooms like an undying flower
Always yet never living
The shadow will cast over the land
As the Lotus spreads its true darkness
Lotus, beautiful for one day, by dusk
Emptiness Pure Empty void
It lives a year, as it dies forever
Death is like an undying flower...
Unpredictable
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Grim Posion
HorrorStories that feel alive... or make you dead. P.S. for anyone that doesn't know the pretty flower Nightshade... stabs harder than any knife
