Ablazen Larkspur

I once nourished you, precious flower,

but now I cast you away

into the flames of the past.

It has been overdue,

you must understand the dire hour.

A new flower has been picked.

It provides emboldenment,

firm faith, unrelenting hope,

wizardly wisdom, and I admire it so.

Things have finally clicked.

Iris, I devote my all to you,

I hope it appeases your pure soul

to know that this regal knight

shall never leave your side.

Water me with your supple dawn dew.

I have long since committed arson,

you needn’t worry of strife,

my vow is to nurture, protect, and cater to you,

no matter what the cost may be.

I shall never hopelessly bargain

with one such as you, Iris.

One day my heart will form your shape,

and it will do so lovingly.

For I wish to float on your clouds,

and plow your fields with purpose.

The flames of the past will keep you warm,

I shall ensure the fire burns eternal,

and that it never befouls your petals.

Use me as your devoted, regal knight,

and never know the nature of a storm.

All I ask in return

is for you to always be in the light.

Never hide from me or live in falsehood,

and the graces of this earthly angel are yours.

Leave no stone for me to discern.

I am a gardening detective like no other,

born to tend to the garden

and watch for crows and weeds.

Will you stay a resplendent Iris,

or is your fate like that of the vile larkspur?

Fire, fire, burn on higher,

let your ash and embers choke your future,

and scorch your present.

You are now forgotten and left to immolation,

you will never know what lies atop the spire.

-Sir Contra