Flowers of the Evil Mind
fragrance barely softly tasted
garden such as earth has never seen
dreams a plenty clearly wasted
even if fantasy quite clearly mean
blossoms dripping wrath curiously
unknown entities arrive to cheer
demons tease benefactor’s generosity
hell has released his wife so dear
devilishly handsome, he awaits her wrath
flowers of his evil mind
obliterating her thoughts of hope or kind
fear fragrance wafting forevermore
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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