Flower of Discord
#7 of Poems
A poem about fear
I'm chaos, she's revery
All night spent with daytime dreams
A deep cut 'cross the butterflies
A deeper smile brings
It's not that I hate purity;
I'll be gentle to her kind soul
But I've suppressed my depravity
And right now I'm feeling bold
I open her windows to let in the sounds
Of a forest far beyond
She holds her ears, sad little girl;
It's fear that makes us strong
So open up, now, don't be shy
I'm here to catch your fall
Trust in yourself, silly girl
My heart will make you strong
Here I am, the scary beast
The demon of your dreams
You look at me and see a friend
Love, what once was lost, brings opportunity