A Land Far Away

I wandered lonely through empty paths,
In darkness did I tread,
The wind grown chill I chanced to pass,
A secret flower bed.

A soft dark blossom there did sprout,
And unseen did it grow:
A slender stalk that waved about,
As above it was below.

In dampened breezes did it wave,
With none but me to see.
What made it grow, as from a grave:
It's silent mystery.

No hope it had nor did it know,
That any might savour it's scent,
In isolation did it grow,
It's life a dark content.

And who would care, or ever see
This flower hidden well
That wafted oh so fragrantly
In its darkness and its hell?