# I wither besides the lush flower bed Author: QuentixStarwing Tags: Bed, Besides, European, Flower, Poectic, Poem, Poetry, form, imagination, lush, the, wither A poetic form that I wanted to share with those people here :3, It's of the European Poetic form: Ballade. Here we go~, let's see what you think, please enjoy I wither beside the lush flower bed I am full of life and yet I stand as bones Where I can sip the dew drops I find myself unquenchable Touched by falling petals, my skin stings with pricklers ping Unrivaled in my stance still I am but an empty husk Bridging a society together, but divided on every subject following suit Tainted by the halt of agelessness; there an aged grin forms As my kindness knows no bounds my fists are beating upon a face Cackling like a wicked man, silence grips the corner of the great room Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium. If tales are endless in their reign, why find mine coming to its close... How one's house and sky are both blue, with blades of yellow grass around Gallantly racing to a place of honor, while the dark hands of the vile congratulate me on betrayal Clutching my own throat and squeezing with no end in sight; the pleasant sight of the dummy being choked greets you How like a fly that is so free in motion, while bound to thy sticky paper do I see the world fade away What is a web that plays a net to a spider has let its own host fall through When failures can stand at the top of their game and become ones who succeed Lost in a draft and still ducking out on the final moments of the MPs coming close How a mansion is endless with space and when I enter, the closet-like space becomes my boundary? Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium.  Where the black dog is a proud white wolf How the gold fish might be even a swift codfish Where the mounted horse shall become like the zebra How there can be a form of chaos unlike any other that is simple logic law Had the minds that were searching to fix me, find my body respond in error Thy form is berated for the callous treatment of it; when all I do is gently pat with cotton swabs Clear away all of the mess and still leave the area in shambles How like a waterfall singing loudy, when one looks all they see is a stream steppe present Somewhere may there be a breeze that can blow, only to have a gale smack my flesh Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium. Taken with a sacred lace that brushes me Please be kind, with a yell and a smack to the face All I can be is a big man, a person of no dimension Well here is that lost plow; burrowing into moist soils! Forever lost within a spiral of pandemonium. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/GnDrYEPe