The Flowering Kingdom After Dark Poem by Mark Heathcote

Verdant forests have been felled
Have fallen into a black velvet night
Where the Judas ear fungus
Thought it had found its piece of unobtrusive heaven
But now the landscape is scorched
Flash fires reside, burning both day and night
A dire wind blows charred but never silent.
I guess this world has always been violent
Like a jilted bride making her journey back home alone.
Has always been a biblical quicksand.

It's a mistress once held by the throat
That now released hollers, I hold
A poison-tipped dagger with a serrated edge
Close by my breast, and tonight, when you sleep
In what you would call the 'flowering kingdom after dark.'
I'm going to cut your throat and end your miserable life.
In some retrospect, answer for all those inaudible voices
You left to crash and burn in a cataclysmic terror.
As only to pamper a petulant cry,
A dead-ruthless-heart that cast the first dye.