lily

decorate my pain in violet
it rises to the surface like or not
enters in the dragon...

are you proud of that moniker?

no, quite...

my little lily
I say sir lily no more
freckled dawn awkwardly rising

singing to my intended
I will marry my immortal
love in truth I shared with you once brother

brother no more
yet it pains me
I wilt not be yet be fooled

I will weep on that day for the great loss
will you yet weep?
or admit in honesty the vestiges you reap

linger not here with me
you have more entertaining places yet to plunder
touch not the lambs

those fit for destruction wilt
I wilt not