Blade & Flower

A blade, a flower

A cut, a kiss.

In days of old, the left eye towers.

In times to come, the right eye sits.

Here in-between, where choices come,

To love undying, or come undone.

Through all folly, a final hour

Where one eye sits, and one eye towers.

In past, in future,

your present power.

Which hand will hold the blade?

And which hand holds the flower?