Withered Away. . .

Wasn't there a wondrous garden;

In the fruitful south-east,

Hangin’ formerly with no burden.

Art the saffron skies, the eye’s feasts;

With pure breeze and blue seas.

’round the viridescent land of chivalry.

Heaven was it for slenderest

-Little buds of brittle tenderest.

Flourished they flawlessly,

And beautified the garden brilliantly.

Err. . .Prevailed there prurient perverts!

Pondered they, the sole pure

As moor, trapped they! The freed birds.

Crawled and climbed they ! the creepy crooked cravers;

Crippled and clattered the crystalline buds with no clue.

Ravaged they beyond ruthlessly;

Blemished the blossoms brutally

Wrenching off the petals,

And crunching up the sepals.

Left they, the livid languid flowers,

Quenching in vermilion in the bowers.

Mourned the sky aftermath,

At the wicked lusty wrath

Was it no more an Eden, but fell;

Did it become a burning hell.

’twas as black as devil’s heart

Aft the lighted delights did depart.

Fiendish they! Made the finest faded away!

Wicked they! Made the wonders wither are