Black flowers bloom

though this poem was made impromptu

i still dont know where i got my inspiration for this

most of the time i write poems not knowing where i got my muse for it

hahaha. Here's my work:

black flowers bloom
seven days of june
the fragrance is nothing more
of what's left by nature's whore
when the light flows out of sight

the colors of the flowers shine allthrough the night

black flowers bloom

seven days of june

all's desire to join the flowers as they play

yet they are untouchable to those with sins to pay

for black as their petals may be

to the binds of man they have been forever free