Sewn Under A Pall

Red Poppies on the Wall
Know not Spring or Fall
Their fates have been pressed
and forever sealed
Passion drenched petals
No longer feel

Red Poppies on the Wall
Answer selflessly, the call
Their witnesses proffer
Not lavish Praise
but solemn Stares
Drawn through crimson haze

Red Poppies on the Wall
Who have Risen to the Fall
Gone to seed before the season
With No Influence over Reason

Red Poppies on the Wall
Plucked as Sacrifice to All
Broad Fields of red
Their colors Shed
Each Sewn Under A Pall