A Lily For A Rose






Crimson plumes ,
Of anicent birds ,
Thristle roses ,
Of anicent times .

The beauty of tonight ,
Is the stars ,
The moon ,
And maybe the night .

Here ,
I found ,
This lily ,
That could be suited for a rose .

Like the light ,
At noon ,
Or shooting stars ,
In the sun .

A lily ,
Such as a rose ,
Fitted for naught ,
But a queen .

To belong ,
Maybe ,
To a king's ,
Treasury .

The lily ,
Gleamed ,
Of a jeweled ,
Gem .

Like the ,
Tears ,
Cried by ,
A queen .

The lily ,
That seemed ,
To be a rose ,
Fit for a queen .

Starts to wilt ,
Shedding it's large ,
Petals ,
Like all things it shall die .

So the crystalin tears ,
Of a queen ,
So dear ,
Like a tear .

So it dies ,
In my hand ,
The petals turn to ashes ,
Of the land .