On a steamy breeze amongst emarald trees She stared into a crystal pool of water Carved in the cliffs were petroglyphs That told the story of the mystic jaguar flower
Black Flower
Like the waters divined so the priestess must find A cure for the woes of her stone city Seeks the flower so fine, its tendrils entwined It's the psychedelic child of a jaguar father
Black Flower
Black petals like night with a face of blue light Her essence holds the timeless answers Frozen as the petals fall there, the Priestess lays bare And she tastes the petal's power coming over
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