• Flower in Hand

    His hand out reached, waiting to be grasped
    No was the answer the spirit called out within
    Body moving, animated from within
    Dark, evil desires moving the roots of a flower
    Flower to be tainted with the touch of a hand

    Beware!

    Oh how that spirit called as it too held a hand
    But the flower only reached for the one to grasp
    Thorns of it's own yet that hand did not fear
    To taint the flower was the desire within

    "Hush" the out stretched hand said to the flower
    Hushing and tampering the spirit who's hand withered

    Be still!

    No no, the flower could not hear
    The flower far too drawn by the hand
    The hand the hand the hand!

    She dared grasp the hand, a hand that burned!
    The flower withered and decayed within the blackness
    The hand got what it desired, the flower dead
    Dead yet living, breathing to spill crimson

    Farewell!

    The spirit gone as the flower nothing but thorn
    The hand drowning in crimson
    The hand the hand the hand!

    Flower in hand drowning in crimson.