“Asphodel”

She bloomed by the grave where her name was whispered,
Asphodelus Ramosus, a silent flower
Her petals ran with white, blanched like the moon
illuminating the tombstone where she grew
The Ancients have forgotten her
but her name was carved into stone
Just a ghost of a plant, left by the grave
Mourning cries once heard lifted once more into the air
Stars above blinked out of existence,
for little Asphodel

She filled the plains of Hades, from Hell's horizon
Where she was looked down upon with admiration
and brought up through cold earth
where she stood her solemn reminder of a death unheard
Asphodel never swayed in the wind
protected by the tombstone, marker of the dead
Wilting, her life passed by with the seasons
Asphodel, too, would die
The wind never blew her seeds to distant lands
Nor felt her breath fading away

Last petals drifted to the ground
loosened by age
Death summoned rain for her to drown
White Asphodel fell to the ground
a pitiful display of a ghost of memory
Cold earth consumed her, ravenous with envy
Barren land of Hades welcomed her arrival
Where she bloomed in the land of the dead
Time has expired, Asphodel