• A solitary bud sprouts from the soil upright, despite the endless reign of Hell’s twilight;
    Myriad gleaming sepals feign foregone wisdom with bewitching hues,
    Shining through the great puissance of perdition’s foul blight.
    This paragon of beauty is ill to abhor, for its rare vigor is as the legends’ of yore,
    Equip’t with might and mettle abound in each spore.

    The impeccable surface of each wond’rous leaf displays the true strength of hearts that pump grief;
    This fair nonpareil embodies the passion that mankind renounces,
    Setting the paradigm to reform Primacy’s Thief.
    A stem so impregnable supports the grand crown, with flowing pollen of light-shaded brown,
    Protein drapes, a semblance of a beauteous gown.

    Its satin pistils sway back and forth, to and fro, faintly eclipsing the sun’s crimson glow;
    This flawless blossom burgeons interminably with endless resolve,
    For aye and ever it shall stand steadfast against woe.
    This fine Amaranth, the symbol of precedence, with love to compose all of its essence,
    Shall set free this Hell from Apollyon’s presence.