--By Junior L.
flos pulchritudinis
Love's beauty enveloped my mind's hands to wilt lies and illusions,
A snake's corpse was the cause and reason for our destruction,
Les fleur du mal payed me no attention,
Old and heavy with lead,
Out and about caught in the spider's threads,
And then my dreams awaited my mind's instructions,
and in the hands of the evil queen,
Ruling her kingdom and submitting to her heart were perhaps her twin
Do tell the gods this was a great reunion.
Namaste.
Amen.