BLOOMS OF CHAOS
He signed his name on the wall
While he waited for his world to fall
It didn’t happen as he’d planned
Chaos lent him a bedevilled hand
Turned his want into a need
Changed his envy into greed
It spoke of beauty inside the flower
Of its blossom and its power
He sowed the seed with steady hands
Ignoring all external demands
In time it grew wirey and strong
All else he knew was now long gone
Until he felt it ready to bloom
So he strapped it on and faced his doom
Pressed the button and his world went…
BOOM