Fanciful poppies

The moonlit land filled with poppies
was deprived of human air.
The dark filled arena was pleasant
with the dancing leaves of poppies.
The prosaic worm stay as the king,
and the bloody buds as minstrels.
The dazzling poppies spurn out of buds,
And awaits their victorious trophies.
Demitrus sent them to mesmerise,
but no soul visited them,
as their land was a dream for men.
And in vain they withers off,
with the wish for their new bloom,
for the new journey of Epicurus
to amuse and decades the mankind.