Green-Jade Flowers Taste Irresistible

Unknown source power emanates with quickness
Flowers flash and then echoes with exact sickness
A burning flame extinguishes all keels
That sleeping beauty cannot help but steals
Smashing her hands down she sees a flake
A whole new world explodes in awake
That flame dies out as she takes the chance
Not even a tiny taste can help her but not glance
This dusky world is new with sanities
She just cannot help but feel but animosities
What's with this sensation of destruction?
She cannot help but feel those clicks of inclinations
Sand is all around her in insignificant damnations
It just gives her imperfection of incarnations
Is she ready to handle all the multiplications?
Of how a Hollow is truly impossible to impatience
Her white mask dons down her pale face
Now she must feel no patience
Move is what she must do
Can she feel anything too?
Power is explicit to every taste bud
The flavor is exquisite to the cores of her blood
Is it fair enough to feel the sensation?
Of how a dying Green-Jade is Irresistible to the imagination