I sold my words to the devil last weekend, and then she buried me under sand and that is how my dream ends.

Woken up to a loud scream from within, drenched with sweat in fear of the beast that has awoken.

I know when she looks me it is not the same.

And it seems as if I will never change.

Cunning tulip arises from carcass-filled dune sands.

I was living in sleep and woke up to an illusion.

So reality is a dream and this is a dream come true.

The meaning of this resides in me and that is the truth of red tulips that grew wherever this beast will die.

Life is wild, but death can’t existence in its presence.

Death is mellow, but used as a threat present.

This is the story about the mellow beast and the red tulips.

Flora, a majestic black woman meditating in the meadows where the sun shines the brightest and the wind blows with no interruptions.

This majestic woman communicates to every creature through frequencies released out of her vibrations.

Flora, learns there is something awful happening within the deep end of the meadows. Flora delivers vibrations under the soil to the distressed location and sprouts tulips.

These special tulips relay an image back to Flora; A magenta beast releasing toxic energy, killing every plant in its range.

“Today will be that day everyone sings tears from their eyes as this body becomes dormant as this flesh cease to not exist.”

The words from this beast puts Flora’s heart in a scare, but her instinct to heal intensifies. As she begin to approach the area, the light of the sun is blocked by clouds. The deeper she stepped the heavier the energy became .

Flowers lay still, no winds blowing, dry and hard soil is all she feels under her feet.

Flora approaches a dying beast, her heart weeps to the sight. Beast takes his last breath with a cry to the sky.

Flora felt the energy of the beast escape the body and now before her lays a lifeless body of a man who just wanted to be understood.

Flora, summons red tulips covering the man’s body as his grave.

She then kneels down to the grave sight.

“You are loved and I am sure you will be missed, but you’ve moved onto the soil which these tulips here grew from the same energy released from you to create a beautiful grave. Peace. Be. Free.”

The End

-Shakkan Kan-