Dead Violets

(Inspired from the book "Through Violet Eyes")

Kneeling down to pray,
To give a holy blessing,
Though it does not matter,
Because I won't start confessing.

As I stand with my head high,
I fear the lies on my breath,
And to soon be discovered,
To find a forgotten death.

The church bells are ringing,
But I do not stir,
I cannot wake the dead,
Or else my sight will blur.

Because of dead violets,
I will not go back,
I pay my respects,
To their petals of black.

And so I rise from their grave,
With a crown of the dead,
"Forever rest in peace,"
That is what I said.

I strode away in silence,
Watching the church bells ring,
And thinking of the forgotten death,
Listening to the choir sing.

Praising the dead violets like a king.