Lost Uncrowned King

"I tried to be like one of them. I became one. I stood beside them on thrones then a voice told me that it wasn't me at all and so, I went back.

Blending in a shrub of roses,

A dandelion thrived.

The thorny hand of crimson subtle laughs

Poisoned the little sun of grass.

In love with the color of hearts,

A petal remained attached.

The wind pulled away

And carried the remains astray.

Adrift in the concept under the water,

The petal awakes.