Lilies on a sunken pond
Kissed by angels in slumber
And scarred by devils awake
I can't quite reach your hand
Golden stars line midnight blue
Dancing with the fire of Love
Frozen by the ice of Hate
I'm drowning in this land
A luscious fresh green grass bank
Dotted quaintly with flowers
Yet tangled crudely with thorns
Thoughts I don't understand
Simple fabrics shroud my form
Draped in the finest white silk
That's bloodstained on the inside
Lost by your one command