Stepping into a land enchanted
Of beautiful flowers red,
Blushing into shades of crimson,
Mahagony, maroon and scarlet.
In dark green leaves all wrapped around
The walls and floors, all scattered abound
With delicate ivy, spreading wide
The intricate weaving on the ground.
Velvet soft and delicate petals,
Delightful scent of blooms immortal,
Wafting gently into soul and mind
Till images absorb in eyes and settle.
The music plays all loud and clear
Just bliss and mirth, what one would hear,
Arrested in the pulse and throb,
Forget what one held warm and dear.
Mesmerised in a world of charm
With beauty hovering as a swarm!
The sight, the sound all mystified,
Illusion of no pain no harm!
The light fades out at end of day,
And shadows dark begin to sway;
The magic then vanishes as
The flowers begin to wither away.
Entwined with the once red flowers
All shades changed to blood by hour,
Prickles and thorns all piercing through
The broken heart devoid of power.
Engulfed in an eternal rift
Illusions slowly raise and lift,
And roots begin to spread and thrive
To then embrace the low grown thrift.