Beautiful wildflower sways gently in the wind.
Petals shimmering in the twilight moon's silvery light.
She's my friend in the meadow. We've swayed through life together.
The wildflower's petals daintily unfold as a silhouette against the sunrise's golden glow.
Bees, hypnotized by the fire within, buzz around her waiting their chance.
Sweet, sweet nectar from a temptress so cold.
No bee is left out. They all take their turns. Touching and tasting the wildflower's parts. One bee never seeing another bee go.
The wildflower deceives them like she deceived me. She's a nightshade planted by the devil's own hand.
My friend in the meadow pollinated with my fellow. They can both just fuck off.