The darkness, the emptiness that fills this cell of gloom,
the dismal "criminal" sits, evermore despising his doom.
Forlorn, sunken eyes, a face most hollow and dismal,
A fate despised and dark, truly abysmal.
The ebony marionette weeps, his tears the shade of night,
As the darkness consumes him, his eternal blight.
Yet, as his heart fades into the ebony shade,
A single ray of radiance pierces the fade.
Astounded, petrified, the fallen one raises an eye,
only to see a blooming amaryllis on high.
The shining blue petals glimmer in the charcoal air,
casting a vibrant hue for the once damned man to bear.
Tears cascade from this face of shame and grime,
as he resents and regrets his supposedly “great and mighty crimes.”
His sobs reach the bloom, a compassionate and kind soul,
and so a petal gently drifts into his room, illuminating the air of coal.
The resplendent petal shines, a beauty unparalleled by any and all,
a sign for the strong and kind, yet a warning for those who will fall.
The broken soul reached for the petal, his sobs reaching their last,
and at last understood the truth of this petal’s past.
A memory sunken and lost, only to be returned in the last of his days,
the man entered his mind, petal in tow, finally illuminating the haze.
The looks of oppression, the scapegoats of society once desired now found and imprisoned,
while an amaryllis below is crushed, life’s cruelty eradicating it’s once bright hue of “treason.”
The desolate corpse's eyes shine once more, joy and understanding flow,
As gentle laughter clouds the room, no longer restrained by realities condemning blow.
His life was this prison, this cell, the cruel howl of the gale,
yet now, his truth and joy even eclipses his own tormented veil.
His heart's pulse comes to a close, the darkness now gone,
as a single bloom flourishes in the promise of the the rising dawn.