Night Scribblings

What is it that Gold could not account for? Flesh and Blood? Or Marigold's sweet voice? Was it a curse? The King thought it to be a blessing. And cried he a tear when His daughter turned into solid Gold. Midas, the King in the dark, Did not realise until he touched Marigold That Gold could not account for His lovely daughter Marigold.

  Merrily she sang, in middle of the field Of a million roses that she liked. Her smile never faded As she was always accompanied. Her eyes were beautiful, so much that I liked And would choose them over amethysts hundred. Gailey she lead The way through the abyss that never seemed To end. She was a ray of light In the empty sky, that I found Suddenly one day. Cheered was she, walking through the field Turned she around, Looking into my eyes. There she was Gazing those stones. A girl, who beat the abyss.

  Fill your Hearts with whatever you can. Make sure it's not empty inside. For the hollow can not survive the winter. Fill your Hearts with grace, With pain if you must. Fill your Hearts with whatever you can. For the hollow can not survive the winter. First the Roses will wither, Then the tulips. The Marigold turned into solid Gold, Losing the value which Gold could not account for. What is it so valuable? More valuable than Gold? The Roses withered and then the Tulips did. The endless Lavender fields followed. Fill your Hearts with whatever you can. For the hollow can not survive the winter. What is it so valuable? More valuable than Gold? The Stars lit the withered. Shining darkly in the night There they were. The Withered. Fill your Hearts with grace, With pain if you must. For the hollow cannot survive the winter. First the Roses withered Then the Tulips did. And then the endless Lavender fields followed. He stands before you. He ran his hand through your hair And then comfort...