Black Pyre - Pale Orchid

Lone, grow forth from the swamps of death
The mire with apathy and despair
Droplets glisten on her leaf
A beacon of hope calling to me
Webs of deceit so wretched and dark
Enshrouding the branches leaves and bark
Tendrils of the memories past
Creeping to the sun and leaving their mark
Pale orchid
Pale orchid
Mist gathering now clouding my head
Among the decay and among the dead
White rise the petals and the leaf
A beacon of life and of disbelief
Veiled in a slumber the trees who surround
And their growth be stunted for the myth of the shroud
For the day now rises and she is not dead
Yet the mire now crumbles and trees fall with it
Pale orchid
Pale orchid

Written by:
William Philpot

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