In a place so dark & grey
Lay a plant for which never decays
A flower of the reddest red
Stands tall in a land that is the deadest of the dead
The ruins where once stood a castle stood
Now is home to a beautiful flower
Any who’ve tried to pluck it wound up dead
Missing
Or something on events of a somewhat similar thread
A curiosity to be sure
Seeing as it rains here constantly
Rarely is there a ray of sun to be had
Perplexed are souls who pass by it
Furthermore the land it stands on is haunted
In many ways, by twisted things
All around this flower
Spirits of the dead scream
The purpose of the flower?
No one knows
Many believe it could be the key to immortality
If someone were to know the proper spell
Alas these are legends ever old
That from generation to generation have been told
Nothing about this flower is truly known
Save for the fact
It is a thing of beauty
In the midst of a land
That breeds only Death
-The Flower-
