Land of Flowers.

[TheElegantShadow]

Land of Flowers, by TheElegantShadow (That's me! =D)
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I awoke in an eerie, pitched field

The sky was tinted in grey

Red roses consumed the ground and hills

Like fire come to play

Their fragrance was sweet, and yet bitter as well

An aroma that ravaged my senses

With bloodlust and bale

I picked myself up from my place on the ground

I looked at my surroundings

And I was shocked to have found

The far, the vast, and the immoderate miles ahead

The embrace of the sky upon the lofty mounds

And the stretch of the roses that grew in beds

In my stunned awe, I heard a sound go by

I spun myself in circles looking for the source

It was the caw of a raven that flew just out of sight

And with no other direction, I started for its course

However, as I followed its path, the red that once stained the ground

Had now turned a ghostly, ash white

Shadows now danced across the mounds

And the land now glowed with a dim, pale light

I was knocked from my reverie by that same queer bird

And I returned to my path before it deferred

I looked ahead towards a crossroad with a sign at the center

“Hail to the maiden of the high dawn. Victory she’ll lead you to, O daughter and son.”

“Hail to the dark one that crept the far end. And with him, your body and soul shall descend”

But as I read the final part

A turbulence erupted, and caused my depart

In the spin of the gust that consumed my being

A cut ran downward, and across my heaving chest

And so came a sudden flood of distant memories

The clash of swords and axes, and the shield's holy crest

The pile of bodies stacking upon the land

And the screams and bellows of horses and men

In my dream like state of flashbacks unfolding

The winds had laid me before something unseemly

The raven that guided me with its mocking caws

Now stood before me in an unseelie sight

Its feathers were as dark as the night skies maw

It cawed once more and in a burst of light

Feathers and down, and petals of white

Fell before me in a weird yaw

And From the blinding sheen, I saw

A maiden that glowed with the light of dawn

Stood before me at one-side of the crossroads

Bearing a sword in hand and at her feet a young fawn

And warm smile she bestowed

With locks as red as an apple’s skin

And flesh, pale and pure, and untouched by sin

She bade me, “Come hither to me, and yet again, you shall taste victory”

A sudden rush, a twisted blight began within me

And the path before me turned crimson once again

As I started towards her, my heart racing, and blood a-boil

A black shrouded figure grasped my hand

His eyes were brown and sunken from recoil

His face was shriveled and stark

Holding a caduceus by his right side

And adorn by cloak of shadows, both weird and dark

He did not speak, but only pointed beside

A path of white, that leads to a shaded end

A dark space devoid of shape and time

And only echoed with the yawning wind

I took a step back and stood between the two

And thought of my life, and my imminent doom

The maiden beckoned me, "come with,"

Whilst the Spector stood present

The woman’s beauty is the thing of myth

And the shrouded figure’s eyes were that of dissent

I looked forward and thought upon the sign, and its meaning

And my legs started carrying me without my noticing

The shrouded one took me by the hand

And the woman’s eyes turned red with spite

The cloaked one led me to his land

And as I looked to the other road, one last time

I saw the trail ablaze in red
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I am extremely proud of this poem. It was both a labor of love, and one of anal compulsion.

What do you think?