Wildflower

A silent night with an echoing hum

A story of our heartstrings strung

Devil disguised as a shadowy sun

Spreading its vines, nightmare’s begun.

Garden at the end of a road

Tiptoeing children dying slow

A wildflower began to grow

Engulfing lives, churning souls.

Once a symbol of hope and growth

Planted with love, or so elders spoke

Once lush and green, blackened slow

From a dear friend to a deadly foe.

An age-old mystery of the town

Blood-red sap just flows around

Thorned stems etching wounds

Decaying petals sprouting frowns.

Slowly-slowly, it spread everywhere

Till all you see is death and despair

Once tall buildings lay there bare

Till all that is left is a mist, beware!

By: Arman Yusuf