Night-Blooming Cereus - Protomartyr

In the far desert

On a distant blasted plain

A forgotten corner

Amid the death of all things

Not under the blinding sun or the cultivator’s toil

Only in darkness does the flower take hold

It blooms at night, it blooms at night

In the old city, in abandoned shells

On a desolated edge

Amid the death of all things

Not under the scornful eye or the corporation’s hand

Only in darkness does the flower take hold

It blooms at night, it blooms at night

In my own head

Near the hole where hope drains out

And fear is branded deep

Amid the death of all things

Not under law or the thoughts I had before

Only in darkness does the flower take hold

It blooms at night, it blooms at night

In a valley filled with flowers unseen in the dark

In a valley filled with flowers unseen in the dark

It blooms at night

It blooms at night

It blooms at night