iii) Marigold
Ashes in the sky
Garden of delights
Screams have turned to sighs
Deserting their eyes
Wisdom in the crowd
Signals turn to sound
Abdicate the crown
Muzzle to the mouth
A shiver shoots through the spine
She whispers goodnight
Fallen sons and daughters
How does one forgive himself?
Careful what you wish for, Marigold
Relentless grief that haunts my days will never be gone
Tell me what you died for?
Did you ever imagine we'd reawaken the monster?
At the end of days that cease to begin