Every flowery notion
Is born in a world
That sways in the throes of havoc

Stagnant in erosion
Once solid ground defers
Prose climbs in spite
With a full heart to purge

Triumphant verses
Blare from the coils of grief
From the harrowing labyrinths
That curve so treacherously

Defiance
Lurks somewhere deep
With an urge to blossom
And flourish without fear