Lilies In The Rain.
Infatuations dampened by the oceanic spray of emotions, losing ritual normality amongst a garden of desperation, amongst flowers heartache, within a child's dreams. Woes of felony, emergent from an enemies sin. Seeping from every unshed tear, drowning all, as gasping, heaving, sinking, blinded eyes are frozen as the mirrors within transfix upon sights unseen. Warrior's blood gleams crimson in the callous rays of sun, transparent to life, basking those who walk on, unperturbed in Lucifer's reverie.
But existence is menial. Survival, implausible as the truth is shielded by lifetimes of shadow. Lost love, life and desire – spent from constant torrent and turmoil. Drowning in the sharpest shower, under the tallest tree, the brightest spark is destroyed in fear. Emanating devastation from the mid-day warmth cowers those who carry fate in their palms and the world shudders from the darkness within. The two worlds collide, oblivious. Moving together, yet apart all the while. No one notices the axis on which they spin, but furtively they move just the same. Naïve. Destined. Ignorant. The world waits. Longing for the time when the brave unite the feared, and the fearful control their power. When the lilies spread in fortune's grounds, under the moon. Stargazing beyond the skies as bright love penetrates the soils. For now, only the ancestries of their cousins remain. Weeping amongst the graves. Pale petals clashwithin the scarlet seas, withering, the dew penetrates it's grief. Blinded amongst numb tears, the beauty rots, and all hope expires.
Silence remains long after the lilies have vanished and the sheets of blood have drained.
With death must bring hope, and with it, our final chance of succession. The chosen one dies once our lily has dispersed…
It is not a coffin that signifies death.
Remember.
R.I.P
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