Orphaned Flower

The lonely stars feeble as they fall

Forever caressing the emptied walls

Of these ever secluded garden halls,

Laying to drown in longing's call

Gathering below a crimson moon

Beloved sins for petals to bloom

Gentle lies as to not whither soon

And the lonesome whispers of this loon

Setting my sights on an empty future

I leave the one prayer I foolishly sutured

For if the gentle rain, bares mercy upon its song

May there be light for flowers to bloom