Olivia Corporan

The Flowers Bloomed and I Cried

Olivia Corporan

I grew a flower for him, my uncrowned king.

Years ago when he found me, journeying for a place to call home,

he couldn't keep my attention, so i left him. I recognized 

his beaconing light, years later, and realized, the mistake I had made.

Then for years I grew gardens for him, my king, my beloved king.

He was never around often, but when he was, we would laugh so hard, 

we got drunk on dopamine. After centuries, his arm became weak, his muscles 

discovered to be rotting. He was meant to live millennia, nobody understood 

why he was in danger so soon. Us peasants could not help, only wish 

our king luck, us millions, us billions, on his side.

We were lumps of coal to his shining diamond, which one day, came to break.

My garden, my dedication, everyone's love as good as dust.

He did all a noble leader was to do, and more, than any historian 

could've imagined. I still expand his garden, weep as I water.

Those flowers do not deserve him.

I loathe the dirt I've become, I would've sacrificed myself in the name

of my king, my king, dethroned.

Author's Note: My inspiration for this piece was the death of my idol and favorite youtuber, the late Technoblade.