The Flower of Carnage

My garden is the battlefield

The blood-soaked soil gave me life

The sweat of dieing men watered my roots

The light reflected from a sword warms my petals

The scent of death my fragrance

My color blood red

My thorns like daggers

My symbol, pain

My gardener is the Grim Reaper

My buyer, the sad

I am the Flower of War

I am the Flower of Gore

I am the Flower of Carnage