Thy Fragrance by Mason Carter
Thy Fragrance
The winged Cupid held it high in heavens,
Aromatic petals of black roses in its odor,
Mesmerizing, bewitching and hypnotizing.
A spellbound soul on the plutonian shore,
Long since poisoned spirit liberates itself,
From stains of terrifying deep inner core,
Through a blaze which ignites soul inside,
Into the nirvana which thy fragrance bore.
-Mason Carter