Lily of Death
Streetlights capped with the mist
Foggy roads concealing headlights
The city bathing in fresh rain of autumn
Night sky setting sepia landscapes
Skyscrapers scrapped by raindrops
Lights from buildings and houses so yellow
Making patterns in the darkness
With an umbrella black, she stood in the middle of the street
Silent nights, busy mind
Her eyes covered with puddle of water
She stands looking at the dark and divine city
A hole in her heart, she carries it everywhere
Searching for peace. Searching for her.
She found her in an instant, so did she lose her
She came dressed as a friend
A thief, she left as
"She called me Lily..."
"Why?"
"Because it sounds good!....Lily of Death"
she muttered under breath
As she closed her eyes and took a step to her right
Busy night, a silent mind
Like a garden without gardner
Black umbrella flies alone in the breeze of the night
Her petals slowly dyed red
With a note in her hand
And a thought in her heart
She rested her search finally
I was her Lily
She was my death—
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