[BloomeForme]

Promises brushed as velvet's veneer indulged upon the ears. 
Were they truths or fanciful lies for mere consumption? 
Each moment breathed forth to be heard in darkness' cover, shunned at any time light reveals.
Phrases regurgitated to conquer the challenges presented, no matter how much they are denied.
So honied, so arsenic to the taste. When does it stop? Why did it begin?
Controlled the course which was not supposed to bear definite paths.
Now, you haunt the groves each way these eyes turn.
Even when smoldering embers from wild fires eventually perished.  
A ghost of season's past always plaguing smokes when they need not that presence.  
Dancing amongst the white wisps drifting upward, entering lungs to suffocate, to reminiscence.

Present when most needed, though an illusion persists throughout rays.
A hand to hold, shoulder to lean on, warmth to breathe in.
Supple to look at, status profound beyond the quota, assuredness in power.
Secured behind gilded bars, transferred to arcanium bindings.
Hung above the mantle, burning midnight oils, sheen so entrancing.
That any thought of misplacing or loss, even beneath ocean's waves, tormented.
Like little coins gleaming underneath the distorted reflections.
The superficial visage present to take every blight, hinderance, and culpability.
Under your command. Do you defend what you idly covet as it vehemently vindicates you?
With the same vigor or in standard, indirect passiveness? 

Toiling for prides etched into the rock spire jutted highly above canopies. 
Misgivings against the almighty silenced through melodies conducted.
Those without any inclination towards protecting themselves defended,
Chords struck in their protection, the preservation of heritage, only to be spat upon.
No appreciations displayed after manipulations turned the prey against predators; or was it opposite?
Hues painted in rainbows slickened over the mires infiltrating the grasslands.
Above, mesmerizing to behold, and below, noxious in its stifling machinations.  
Duty-bound, always, propagating your benefaction by warfare, though adopting purity, in delivering the veritable progeny.
For additional cycles spiraling in clockwork fashion, to be seen rarely,
Choking gasps heard by your ear whenever it can be spared. 
Your hand reached through murky substances, with enough strength for one.
But simply to keep nostrils above rotting surfaces, so freshness can fill lungs before yet another plunge. 

Sputtering, drowning, hopes held on by a rope, skin chafed, splintering nails.
Neither family nor loved ones strained their gazes hard enough to part the veil.
Only a singular fairy, one friend, who disappeared without any trace, comprehended the ostensible.
To know where heartstrings yanked, to view, not assume.
 

Eyes unable to witness glorious vibrancies parse every muddled grey.
Long have they distinguished swells threatening to swallow whole,
Entranced by the calls to sink into previous reflections made.
To succumb to the very distortions perpetuated by winds blown too strong.

Rather than accept mirror glances beneath this very cliffside gripped at the edge,
Where those bristling oscillations harm more than reveal,
No longer do they behold what outside perspective ordain willingly, maliciously. 
No longer shall truths be spurned, no longer shall endurances go unappreciated. 

『The thorns which draw blood』
『I am not yet satisfied』
『What is owed to now be taken』

『As repayment, tribute, or coercion』
『Grant me what is due even if death purses』
『For every sacrifice given, for these clipped wings』