Beauty of Deceptions
Rose petals softly drift through the air;
Clouding the horrid vision awaiting him;
As his arms thrash back and forth;
Attempting to clear the path ahead;
In Vain.
Like a shower of roses petals,
The petal keep falling;
Drowning the limited sight of the Eyes.
Continuing to thrash his arms rapidly,
In frustration he stops,
He admires the scenery;
In awe of the mass amount of rose petals.
Suddenly a glint of lights pierces his eye
And he begins his journey again;
Unrelentful and determined,
He plows through his path,
He is given the gift of sight and focus.
The light is blinding;
But, the Eyes can see.
The Eyes see the black petals;
Falling and surrounding.
The vision is revealed,
Bodies scatter all over;
Motionless and batter
Painted in red,
With smuggs in black.
He stares; shocked;
Who can do this inhumane act; Why?
Quickly, he runs and runs; backwards.
To the beauty, the petals;
The colors; blinding him again.
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