The Lilies Bloom Beyond the Glade
So, traitor, you will not be stayed
My bean seeds on the Marvel stove
The lilies bloom beyond the glade
Curled around yourself, we wade
Through spider-blind paths we wove
So, traitor, you will not be stayed
You move, to where the azaelia laid
Dead - dead - you killed this grove -
The lilies bloom beyond the glade
Not a lily, I too was swayed
(I wish I could find my seedling trove)
So, traitor, you will not be stayed
I miss my petals, I was waylaid
You betrayed me and I drowned you in the cove;
[The lilies bloom beyond the glade]
I'm sorry that my kindness grayed
You and I, to my earth I dove
So, traitor, you will not be stayed:
The lilies bloom beyond the glade.
(I'm not sure that I have a point to this poem, but here it is, for you, KK!)
