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
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