Black Flower
As she holds the deadly flower
She starts to shiver and to shake
Holding tightly till the hour
That all reality seems fake
And as she starts to close her eyes
She lets the flower hit the ground
It starts to wilt and slowly dies
This thorny king has been uncrowned
As she sees this wilted flower
A sense of joy comes to her face
Though remnants of this vile tower
Put harder problems in its place
She starts to shiver and to shake
Holding tightly till the hour
That all reality seems fake
And as she starts to close her eyes
She lets the flower hit the ground
It starts to wilt and slowly dies
This thorny king has been uncrowned
As she sees this wilted flower
A sense of joy comes to her face
Though remnants of this vile tower
Put harder problems in its place
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