431 – Growing

Standing
On the tomb
Of innocence
I lay down
A single black rose.

One last tear,
A last goodbye,
A silent vow,
Before the break
Of dawn.

What became
Of our old demons?
Did they morph
Into Buddhas,
Or just leave?

They got bored.
Answer new demons,
With a coy smile
And a twinkle
In their eye.