Ode to a peculiar flower Oh peculiar flower At first glance, thou ceased the hour Thou enraptured mine conscious Basking in the neon darkness Thine eyes withhold the derne Mine senses did fail to perceive Beneath thy beauteous pursuit, A fine heap of thorns prevail Invisible to my mortal eyes hued in the sharpest silver known to mankind With but a single embrace Mine poor wretched hearth Beset by a million cuts Bestows a farewell kiss, as life doth wane.