That1Cellist

Since all these poems are being posted, I think I’ll follow suit.

Flowers wilt in twisted lands

Where flames burn out and dead men’s hands

Reach forth to take the lightless soul

And leave it empty as a skull

Beware, I bid thee safety, go

Gaze not upon the blood in snow

Blossoms fall on haunted ground

With voices screeching all around

The Watchmen cry to look within

Their noise is swallowed in the din

Dread beasts come forth with jagged claws

And consume all with vicious jaws