The delicious taste of victory, growing up from the ground
A strong stench of pride, protruding from severed limbs
Linger from sporadic green and yellow soldiers
Of a battle that has passed

Expired knights of jade, with blades of silver
Eternally fused to the ground
Protect a priceless flower
Who has fallen to the dirt

Remains of yellow flags
Smear the small premises
Creating a soft alter
To prepare for resurrection

Locked away
for Prince Charming to arrive
Beautiful, dangerous, anticipating
The wilted dormant flower
With a crown of golden petals