Arise

This is where it starts, where something or someone finishes.
Unceremoniously dumped to slowly decay and release its nitrogen into the soil.
And its stench into the air.
Once new and purposeful is now ignored and abandoned.

I was beautiful once. I was loved and treasured. Now I am afraid.
As daylights closes and throttled by the stifling odour
Disoriented in the darkness, I hear sounds that frighten me.
The treads that crunch through the debris and the mulch.

Industrial fumes of pear drops and myrcene fill the air.
A beat reverberates monotonously through my surroundings.
As dawn breaks, multiple limbs crawl over the walls of my palace.
Muscular, orange and vibrant. Again I rise.