In the meadow
There sat some bones
And if you listened
They would speak
And the crown of flowers that sat atop
The skull
Were the prettiest of all
But be warned
As they could be your downfall
The flowers while pretty
Were certainly quite striking
As they sat atop the skull.
And as you sit and listen
The flowers start to dance
And you learn why
You should never leave
A crown of flowers atop a skull
And as the days went by
It sank deeper and deeper
And soon enough
There sat the skull
surrounded in flowers
And as you looked
It stared back
It's unblinking eyes
And creepy grin
And you wonder if
It was ever friendly
Or if it simply tricked you.
So never place a flower crown
Atop a skull
For you may never know peace
Till you join them all
Then there shall be two
And soon the meadow
Was no longer a meadow
As it sooner was a graveyard
Than anything pretty
As the ground littered with skulls
Grew flowers
To surround the unblinking eyes
And the creepy grins
So never place flowers atop a skull
Less you'd like to join it.
Just sit and listen
And you shall see the beauty in all
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Written In The Dark
PoesíaPoems I've written. Normally in the middle of the night, because that's when I'm the most awake. If you have suggestions you can comment or pm me! All suggestions are welcome and I appreciate any feedback! Sorry for any mistakes, I write them all o...
