The Lily

To watch the lily as it grows,

But never had time for the sow,

Too busy caught in the day to day,

To stand and admire the suns rays,

As they illumine the painted lily,

To make the murkiness seem so pretty,

The underbelly of forgotten souls,

As they decay slowly towards the holes,

Of rotten flesh and destroyed dreams,

The plotting of those horrible schemes,

But out of all this eternal madness sprouts a lily,

And only then do you realize why the murkiness seems so pretty.



- Marc Crasto.