Faded glory

I grin under butterscotch bruises

And bubblegum scars.

Shadowed by towering

Withered flowers,

Who stare down longingly

At the pale façade of earth,

Dressed in flannel patches of

Moonless fields coated in

 prismatic grass

And florid sun beams

wrapped in faded glory.

The tulips fade in drab havoc

And wane along with the moon

Folding into tawny fur

Of the barren field underneath

Forgetting how beautiful

they once were

back in the day where

the sun shone like a diamond

and the moon was

white as snow

before Luna was

pockmarked and scarred

The tulips were pure

In away they will

never be again