moonchild: Lonely Bloom

In the garden stands a Lonely Bloom, Its crimson petals rare and alone, It hides a secret, deep and profound, A truth it fears to share or be found.

Once a maiden, so fair and true, Loved a man, who death drew to, In her grief, she made a dark pact, A life for a life, an unholy act.

Her love was lost, and so was her soul, The Lonely Bloom now bears the toll, Her secret buried deep inside, A truth she can no longer confide.

She stands alone, in silent gloom, A symbol of her cursed tomb, Her secret buried, ever near, A Lonely Bloom, so full of fear.

Part of «The Eccentric lacrimosa» series co-created with AI 2773 × 4160, post-processing 2023