Lotus flower blooms Red with sins of a bleak past Liquid sorrow stains
The dark flower, mysterious And demonic in its pristine beauty A curse of immortality, Passed down through the ages
Chrysanthemums line barren halls, As empty as the promise made That now forgotten day
Golden petals sway Throughout the field, breeze flowing Soaking in the sun
This poem was inspired by the story-driven adventure video game, "Witch's Heart."