Demonizing Flower Poem by Stephanie Kravitz

There was a flower that grew thorny and wild.
In the eyes of a forgotten child.
The flower was vivid as a dream.
The scent was almost too fragranced.
The flower was made of some sort of evil mist.


A wicked flower it was indeed.
Chaos and negativity has been bestowed upon this demonizing flower.
The alluring scent of this chaotic flower has more than just a little power.
This color is really the color of rust.
But when people come to look.
It turns to red.


The intoxicating sweet smell of the lavender never ceases.
It makes your soul split into miniature pieces.
The lost of their loved one is never forgotten.
But it has been begotten.


A gleam of red surges through your eyes.
Kids are not welcome in this endeavor.
For the children get heart murmurs.
Love turns to despair.
Hate turns to revenge.
Hate turns to hatred.


Love turns to obsession.
The world has been bestowed upon the young at heart.
Children are turned into adults.
Adults are turned into kids.
The world will never come to an end.
Not smidge.
Not even a crumb.

Every good thing in this world is gone.
Good dissolves and evil takes over.