Untitled | Serena Wu (11)

I am troubled and blinded.

Something must be done to subside it. 

A potion should do the trick.

As long as I act quick.

I flip through a book, 

Nearly one hundred years old.

To find the perfect elixir,

Or so I had been told.

I stir the black pot,

With my wooden spoon.

Glittering liquid gold,

That must be brewed under the red moon. 

I carefully place a drop 

On the petal of a wilting flower. 

I watch as it transforms

Into something tall and beautiful with power. 

Next it is my turn,

As I need to be renewed.

I will finally restore myself,

Just as the flower had bloomed.

I close my eyes as I place a drop on my tongue.

A burning sensation runs all throughout.

I open my eyes hoping to see someone new.

Someone beautiful and powerful, that nobody can doubt.

But what I see is not at all expected,

Something must have gone horribly wrong.

I look up at the red moon,

Just to see that it is gone.

I was too late,

Now this is my fate.

My heart turning not to gold, 

But rather something more like stone.