"Most every Petaleth is grown in the light, But some of these things sprout in gloom of night. Basking in malice and soaking in evil Makes all of these blossoms most spiteful and lethal. And most every petal is wicked and sinful, And all have a trick and the skill for a swindle. Should you feel cheeful or joy round the plant, You may set it off into hours of rant For none of this flower may ever have glee, And all those who feel it must never be free From terror and greed and most all that it feels And none of that anger or spite it conceals. Somehow it does this it doesn't feel bad, For when it's so clear that it's rageful or mad, It makes no one dare try to step all too close, For then they all know they won't feel good at most."
Did a bit of proofreading, too. @-Hairionette- for original project & Arpeggiacs
