White Asphodel

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Dark, twisting, writhing, turning, changing

Formless, dismantled, it stalks its prey

Surging, unexpected, it consumes you whole

Falling, crying, praying to be saved.


Silence is the only thing you hear

Everyone so ignorant, you pretend to be alright

Still smiling, even as you silently suffer

Whispering dark things, that of which no one can hear.

It started out small, a tiny thing, nothing larger than a spore

Then it grew larger, black and red swirled, curling

Suffocating all in its path, some dies, others survive

Yet all bearing the same scars.


Smiles slowly starting to become masks

Light fading from your eyes

Laughter of joy slowly becoming more and more forced

Drowning, sinking, eating you alive, the cycle starts again.


The screams... gone unheard by those around you

The tears... gone unnoticed by loved ones

The pain... hidden away from all

The burden... suffocating, and weighing heavily.


And then... it suddenly stops

A hand reaching out, a small spark

An ember shining throughout the darkness

Soothing all that it touches.


A crack then starts to grow

Amidst that mass of red and black

Breaking, growing until finally... it shatters,

And pouring forth at last, was light once more.


Rising above the water now

Taking in another breath,

At last that writhing mass is fading away

And a gentle smile now grace your face.


Gasping, shuddering, you weep with relief

Glad to be saved from that dark mass

Feeling love, and something much deeper

As well as a sense of peace after that fateful fight.


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