Extravagant flowers bloomed under the shape of luscious desires,
In the nighttime darkness, they glowed in all their lush,
A manifestation of fearlessness and carelessness veiled in madness.
Bleeding flowers blossomed in the garden of doom,
Where the land was soaked in blood and tears,
Profane dreams were made of darkness and sorrow,
Surrounded by the scent of dirty nightmares.
Every statue in this luscious park was corrupted by the scent of frivolity,
A labyrinth where completely oblivious travellers, delusional romantics,
Wandered, losing themselves amidst the shadows of hollow trees.
A storm of horror overwhelmed the garden,
A blast of fear tormented the extravagant flowers,
Leaving crystal blood drops to shine bright under the pale moonlight of dreadful dreams,
Among the twisted branches of trees, where shadows swirled in trepidation.
Time no longer existed in this realm of manias and insanity,
Luscious blossoms became bleeding flowers during ominous nightmares,
In a secret realm where turmoil ruled supreme,
The garden of beauty and blood nourished itself on a storm of horrors.
Sanity had lost its battle against the dominant frenzy,
Foolish desires ruled this magical, decaying world,
Where lavish and extravagant flowers bloomed in wild beauty,
And the sanguinary blossoms thrived in their crimson, sorrowful decay.
Fountains of amnesia adorned the garden,
Their waters glistened a red glow under a darkened sky,
Whispering promises of freedom, although they lured only deeper into oblivion,
With their aromatic bleeding petals wet with forsaken tears.
Extravagant flowers intoxicated the air with their fragrance of opulence,
A perfume that clouded all the senses,
Numbing reason and igniting insatiable longings
For more—more dreams, more madness, more of this luscious delirium.
This luscious maze, once filled with beauty, spiralled into a darkened utopia,
Where bleeding flowers and lush desires intertwined,
Feeding on the decay, the obsessions, and the fleeting hopes of delusional hearts.
Its embrace was eternal, a cold and empty trap,
Where the most dreadful agony wielded the most power.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
