I am the kind of flower
That doesn’t need sunshine to grow
Only the rain showers
From above and down below

I thrive in the absence of light
Where the shadow of the sun flows
From death brings forth life
And there I wither and then glow

In the abyss of darkness I’m alive
A black lotus, a dark marigold of time
Where the hour glass sands collide
My soul and body there defined

The flowers blooming on a grave
Funerary vibes embraced
I wilt and I grow
And I grow and I wilt
As above, so below
Always following my will

© The Black Lotus