Nitelocke

This is a drawing I made for a good friend of mine's birthday.
I couldn't find a good enough flower to give him...
so I drew one instead.
It kind of goes with this poem...

A knife marked by guilt.
Red in the sand.
Reflecting rays of moonlight
On his outstretched hand.
Reaching for a symbol
Of a life he'd lost.
Reaching... reaching...
Until his arm slowly dropped.
He would never grasp her innocence,
Her beauty, her light
That this mournful flower
Reflected in the night.