Death is a Violet Flower

Oh, violet light of sadness, Violet hue of pain, Violet flowers growing still, Soft in the hush of rain. ] Death comes in violet, soft and slow, A whisper in twilight, a hush we know. It lingers in petals, in shadows tight, A sorrow blooming in quiet light. Death comes in violet — a dream unturned A candle fading — dark light burned It colors the dusk, it stains the dawn A mournful glow where life is drawn Oh, violet light of sadness, A whisper lost in breath, Violet hue of pain In the quiet hands of death. Death comes in violet, soft and slow, A whisper in twilight, a hush we know. It lingers in petals, in shadows tight, A sorrow blooming in quiet light. Death comes in violet — a dream unturned A candle fading — dark light burned It colors the dusk, it stains the dawn A mournful glow where life is drawn Oh, violet light of sadness, Its shimmer faint, yet bold, Violet hue of pain, Stories in petals told. Death is a violet flower, Blooming, soothing, dark. Death comes in violet, soft and slow, A whisper in twilight, a hush we know. It lingers in petals, in shadows tight, A sorrow blooming in quiet light. Death comes in violet — a dream unturned A candle fading — dark light burned It colors the dusk, it stains the dawn A mournful glow where life is drawn Oh, violet light of sadness, Violet hue of pain, Violet flowers growing still— And still, they bloom again. Death comes in violet, an echo deep, A lullaby sung where lost souls weep. It hums in the wind, it drifts in rain, A violet sigh, both sweet and strange. Death comes in violet, soft and slow, A whisper in twilight, a hush we know. It lingers in petals, in shadows tight, A sorrow blooming in quiet light.