Beneath The Crimson Petal by Mike Williams 01/18/2016 @ 12:38 P.M.
Where men of lackluster lived and died.
Bare the field of mirth and pardon.
And once stood a braggart’s garden.
As the crimson petal fell and revealed the thorn.
The love from neighbors hearts was torn.
Empty and petty grew weeds in its place.
And justice recognized no longer its face.
Where hope once stood and gave way its light.
There men grew blind of wrong and right.
Darkness did come and ignorance did settle.
And none knew what lies beneath the crimson petal.