Oladecious

 How beautiful my petals where, With Sparks of a glittering star Shaded in the artistic structure of a graphic designer Not until death stuck me with it powerful Sting. Becoming the dark of Hades,and the reds of poison, What is my sins? Why was I slain? Why hath my beauty been taken and given the blackness of deep emptiness... Tolathapoet © (Written July 13th,2019)

Who am I, enbedded in the grains of Jupiter's crust, Where the grown becomes  a foetus of decaying wombs, With roots driven past my curls. What is my name, Why do I lay on the greens of solidity, Where my paws gives life to a new creature I a child of the depth, A depth known as the mother of all mother's, A depth of cage and death... Someone tell me who am I? Tolathapoet © (Written July 12th,2019)