THE INTRUDER

 (A tribute to my dear friend)

A beautiful flower in a garden grows, its colours so brilliant and bright

Its petals delicate and unique, to behold is a wonderful sight

And it’s scent, so sweet and fragrant too

Mingled with natures drops of dew

Among the myriad flowers and plants around

Your grace and beauty was renowned

 

I watched that flower as it blossomed and grew

And with every day that I watched I knew

That this wonder I had the pleasure to behold

Was a treasure more precious than silver than gold

To know that I get to witness the wonder of you

Is more than an honour it’s a dream come true

 

Then when that stranger passed your way

Oh, it was a sad and grey and gloomy day

I saw as it held your petal in its grasp

Trying to steal your beauty, and from the pain you gasped

‘Intruder you have gone too far’ I said, do you know what you have done?

You’ve touched the giver of Life of Love, your touch has dimmed the sun

The intruder was given a name, but an enigma it remains

It was talked about and plans were made, in various campaigns

Standing tall and shining brighter, the other flowers in fear,

Hoped their glow would stop the intruder, from ever coming near

But one by one it stole their beauty, before some could even bloom

Touched by the intruder, the givers of life, of love, lost their perfume

 

Then the earth rose up, shaking and in a rage

Like iron it crushed the intruder as it rampaged

The Waters came bursting and the cleansing began

Washing the poison that came from that hand

Then strong and tall your life returned to you

Shimmering and shining your beauty anew

 

Stripped of a name so no power remained

The intruder was defeated bound and chained

No longer would the flowers be touched and stained

Not by some illusion that couldn’t be explained

There were no whispers its name would never be said

The intruder that once stole beauty was now dead

©2016 Elera McIntosh

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