They say I am the death flower,
The crimson spider lily that blooms
In the scorching heat of summer.
Amongst the carven sweltering stones,
Forth from the parched earth that hungers,
My searing touch shatters your very bones.
What better way to conceal the deed
Than petals the color of blood?
What rage, what fire sows the seed--
My dear, 'tis the blight of the killing sun!
The only light your eyes shall ever see
Is the tangled darkness my roots have spun.
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Submitted for Propitious Prompts for Poets
TheHappyWriters
Edition #3: prompt #3 - A murder has taken place in the summertime,written in the point of view of the murderer.
Author's note: The red spider lily, which blooms in mid to late summer, is sometimes called the death flower, coming from the Japanese tradition of planting this poisonous flower over the grave to keep animals away.
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