Stone Lilies
my virtue bowed a humbled head
stripped from my gut leftovers bled
wolves sought carrion pursuing a shred
fervor severed splayed by a silver thread
baring deepening ruts of dejection
an animated face mirrors rejection
soured sweetened candied confection
snubs a reflection pursuing perfection
stone lilies from the crypt exhume
a life sprouted in a pitch black room
blossoms wither failing to bloom
fate is a dark sealed tomb
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