Butea, Flame Of My Forest Poem by Soteria Veritas

Oh elpis of the east confide in me
Oh lilac of this earth can't you see
A God
A temple
A treasury
I beg of you forgive my tongue
For i speak of what you hate
I praise the beauty that you retaliate
Retaliate all you want but i will sing for you
I will sing the song of truth
I will sing louder than Veritas herself
I will cast away every speck and ounce of self doubt
You are not dead my little corpse flower
You have yet to blossom
Yet to grow and devour
For you are a rare flower i dare not name
Naming you would make you all the same
But in some way
You keep yourself at bay
May i curse today
With every curse i may know and say
I curse the very thoughts that plagues your mind
Wishing i can replace them with mine
Allow me to be the mirror you've been longing for
For your current mirror is nothing but a door
Only reflecting a fraction of your heart
But your heart seems torn apart
Lies i say, please come to me
Allow me to hold you and us to be
Allow me to heal the eyes you've lost through the years
Allow me to see your smile blossom from all your tears