i saw

pure by Alistair Chong

most delicate petals
hanging on grace so fragile
raindrops glistening settle
the blossom pure begins to defile

harsh blaze crushes delicate
droplets of poison sweetly sick
carve scars of rust so intricate
flames eat at wilting wick

growth withered beyond allure
starved of life within is lost
crept upon, tainted from cure
fevered past sickest rot

rose slowly decays
most beautiful sight
i have ever beheld