Parent Poem - Antagony's Scarlet
The skirt that robes the immortals,
luscious and velvet,
she trembles, bowing to the breeze.
A soft fragrance she supplies,
she draws desire to her.
If caressed by too many hands,
her perfection dwindles.
Separated from her mother,
disconsolate with grief,
she succumbs and shrinks.
And when she finally bears her soul,
vulnerable and open,
she dies in the darkness without regret.