The Gladiolus

So it grows wild and free

Embracing the dead of night.

The blades of its body

Outstretch, till its beauty

Were envied and loathed

By those sinister creatures.

But it continues to grow

Despite being affected

By those spiteful spirits.

The 'Beautiful Night Gladiolus'

Is what they christened the free-mortal.

Spreading its sugary aroma

As it swayed its silky shape,

Might be poisonous and lethal

To those who dream

To slay entirely its soft petals.

But the Gladiolus stir only at night

Like the fellow Gladioli do,

Howbeit, the sinful draws their hands

And gently pluck its delicate petals

One by one taking their turns.

The Gladiolus seemed to enjoy

While the stamen prays to Eternity

As for the hope appears bleak

Like the darkness of the night.

Soon passed the deathless while,

Daybreak brings another sorrow,

The colourful petals were gone,

Sugary aroma smelled 'iron',

Its exotic shape is bruised every corner.

Broken was 'He',

As for being a cynical sex.

For he resembles a flower,

'The Beautiful Night Gladiolus'.

---- It was 'he' not 'she'