The dead flowers over there in the turgid water
They are still beauty
Unlike before, fresh and dancing
They stand fragile and poised.
Furnished in faded colour
Refined and elegant
Slowly though the shrivelled petals turn to dust and fall to the shells below
Straining to exist
Forever in emptiness
A flailing star swallowed by a black hole
That beautiful dust lingers and embeds itself in this place.
Still, pale, untouchable beauty.
A princess forever in her tower
Enshrined in natures rhythm and redeemed by it.
