A place there be,
A league beyond yonder tower,
Where most secretly,
Nestled in a bower,
Amid a patch of ugly weeds,
Where timid creatures hide and cower,
For the intrepid who would seek it out,
There, find a tiny, brightly coloured flower,
Which, being awakened,
With any late day shower,
Takes on some mystic attribute,
While earth’s nutriments it doth devour.
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Refreshed, it grows ever stronger,
Towards the witching hour,
And at that time,
Takes on a special power.
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For those who cautions do not heed,
Be warned, its effects are swift and dour.
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It is best not to wander,
Beyond yonder tower.
