I watch as the blood Falls onto a pedal. The flower seemed To Drink the blood,
as if It's life depended on it. I started to weep, This flower was eating away at my soul.

I started to run, crushing The other flowers to the ground.
I made it home, and crashed Into the house and fell to the Floor out of breath..

The flower of life had tasted My essence. Would it be coming for me, Just as
it had another. It withered the shell that was Once her, but never her Spirit.

The blue flower hungered For more. I looked out the window
At the meadow where Death stood. The flower stood tall And taunting.
The blue flower stood Alone.