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 outside 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