By frederick agyeman-duah   "big_dadd_45240@yahoo.com"
Date: 4 February 1999

Delicate Flower

There she laid peacefully abed
And dressed in her white satin gown
For on her chest her arms folded
And her face showed not smile nor frown
Between the four walls stood the crows
That uttered shrill cries for the dame
But her eyes saw no friend nor foe
And her ears was muted to her name
Her soul now rode with the undertaker
Who has cut a hibiscus with his scythe
Leaving behind a stem with no flower
And a poisonous juice that gives no life



Oh how I wished she was Osiris
So she can be held and touched again
But wherever she was she wasn't Atlas
So her world will this time be sane
Rainfall fills my sadened eyes
As I let go of her cold motionless hand
Her soft and smooth skin was now the sky
And why she had to go I couldn't understand
For her I will fight the forces of darkness
But even with the wise Athena's giudance
This battle was meant to leave me powerless
So delicate flower live now without turbulance!