Flowers of Doom


An allegory of the journey of mine workers
who died in a mining accident:

Flowers of doom
Sombre in full bloom
The mighty tale they're yet to regale
In the nightshade by the quarry
Wrought hands; Of the toil they were wary
Atop the hills, beneath the skies
No one to hear their solemn cries
By the quarry they lived, in the quarry by night,
right afront their lovers eyes
Engulfed in the flame, screams unheard
They were born from the earth, their petals shedding
Rose from their ashes, the flowers of night,
while those who remembered, yearned and cried
Their solace was stolen by one final thought
The flowers of doom, and the might of their full bloom.

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