The Lily

by Heon   Jan 10, 2007


Beauty was garbed in white

With tips of pale green,

Forlorn.

She hung her great head,

Grief and sorrow made more pronounced in her splendor.

That enchanting scent,

A taste of Heaven for those damned.

Death's face,

Hauntingly fair.

The Lily,

Death's herald.

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