Queen of the Night

Of what maze is time- That a little petal solves? Blossoming in dim light Against the cliché it holds Strong when the ends are- Seen, weak when the ends are bleak The tradition of- Eon a burden long borne Scents when the mind rest Bloom when the muscles tremble Like a ghost it breaks- Free from solitary cage As the bud blossoms Shiny in the midst of trees Showy it attracts Femme-fatale but love to me Zeus among it peers So blemish like a goddess Like Ozymandias- She stands beholding beauty