Lillian Thorns

By: L.K. Paulson

Down Past roses, past hope

A land torn by greed

In a flash of light

A thousand worlds died.

What was, died and

Time turned back,

to a world long

Dead.

And yet lived

on.

Down past the

Shattered mountains

Past the dead eyes

Hollowly echoing

with the sound of the wind

Past the fields of Gold

Tarnished and Broken

Into the valley

of water

Changed and Warped

Between mountains

Of ice and hate.

There among the brambles wild

Grows

A lily in thorns.