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