Upon a Bed of Petals

In her bath tub Was the perfume that rent the air From petals spread in and around. Under the beauty of a neon- light bulb Embroidered with petals was her hair From the room, played a solemn sound. And to a wonderland she went A cripple fantasy who on her had a crush Eerie and with so much pleasure Her soul, he had to rent All her screams subdued with his hush She was petrified without measure. She pleaded herself to wake up Knowing that she had been charmed Upon a cliff, with him she danced And both drank from a magical cup She became intensively alarmed, She died slowly as her eyes wore a gloomy sight. Her reality ,in a tub of metals, Found her dead upon a bed of petals.