Lilies of the Valley Never Die

There’s a tender shine that never smile,

Though you never tell me what burnt to ashes.

Leave thee unbeknownst  to slumber,

 In the woods that reek void of corruption, is where you slumber ever so nascence.

So leave it to rot, flesh and carnage,

For you never sway by the wind to find a new light.

You pride in your perfection,

That’s nihilistic at best, but so real to its taste.

How should I intercede in your delusion, for it is far too confusing to taste,

I would say your pride is feign,

Stop here, think again for you should continue though the corrupt woods.

Don’t listen to the whispers of the woods, but help the fallen branches grow again once more.

They were exiled to forgotten woods of despair,

Bring them up once more, find the warm embrace too.

Don’t be saddened for those who love the corrupt, are sometimes disillusioned for the good feelings,

Sway them you must.

Let them taste the breeze of the fresh,

Comfort if they fall in their despair and regret,

Don’t shun them for their sorrow.

For one man’s right is another man’s wrong,

Cry all you won’t but it will not change.

Let go and see through the other side.

And you grow now, like you always have.

Written by, Aisha Samar