Illusionary Imagism

A jungle flower of fuchsia hue rests delicate in the morning dew.
Its’ petals catch the sunrise light making it a brilliant sight.
It lures the touch of a butterfly’s feet because its’ appearance seems so sweet.
The insidious imposter of harmless rapport traps its’ prey in solemn gore.
Death comes to the butterfly with bitter retreat as it struggles and struggles toward arduous defeat.
The innocent lure of the beautiful flower is its’ method to trap and then slowly devour.

A priceless iridescent jewel hides bludgeoned beneath a smoldering pool.
Its’ magic shine escapes the eyes of brooding pirates in search of a prize.
Through elements and lava flow its’ crystalline form never ceases to glow.
Blanketed by a mountain high this covered treasure continues to lie.
Its’ purpose remains ever hidden by time as its’ glorious radiance sleeps silently sublime.

A tiny pearl in bosom deep is met by bantam swimmers as they creep.
This unseen sortie of noble seed leaves but one soldier to secure the deed.
As the others fall in solemn sleep that one tiny soldier is pressed to the keep.
Driven inward by his blind ambition an instant conception has come to fruition.
In time that fades like withering grass a human life has come to pass.