"Secret of the Flowers"

What can the flowers not tell
About the world below hell?
That was what the real Jun found
On that fine day underground.

The truth within that woman’s screams
It was painful and horrid it seems
She was whip into unconsciousness
As real Jun watched from behind as witness

What did she do wrong to deserve this punishment?
Tis was only a trifle thing, a little argument
Between her and one other over a duck
The mistress’ favorite servant, just her luck.

That was how she came to be down here,
The room that breed nothing but hate and fear.
“Flower bed” was that torture room’s name
Used for more than to tame and to shame

Red blood, the poor woman suffered and bled.
She was not unconscious but rather dead.
They looked at each other and nodded their head.
This is where the years of unjust actions led.

The men turned her bloody corpse over
And brand her with a four leaf clover.
The mark of disgrace
Upon her pale face.

They heard a thump sound coming from behind the rock,
One ran towards the door to turn the key in the lock.
Real Jun purposely slipped and he was caught.
For hours it seemed, he struggled and fought.

Next thing thou knowth, the new headline read: 
“In the Green Forest, Ki Sun is found dead.”