The darkest orchid I have ever seen came to me last night in the realm of dream. Its pistils onyx & its edges keen Though its center was a swirling off cream. I swore that I even could hear it speak to me of things I should not choose repeat. The way men's will can shrivel & turn weak And the way it spoke was hardly discreet. Of children in folds, and parents in dire And of the greed of men consuming the world Of matterless space and colorless fire And of the way chaos will reign unfurl'd Part of me wonder'd how it had grown here Flower that black with its pollen of fear.