Lilly

So delicate and frail;
She floats in a murky, stagnant pool.
Ugliness surrounds this beauty.
Her white glow battles to flow outwards into the filth, but it is swallowed by the muck.
And the disease is closing in.
Creeping closer to her virgin petals.
Her only protection is the snow white aura that shines from within her fragile heart.
Oh, Nature is a cruel and bitter Mother.
That which is beautiful is that which is destined to perish.
And what is more breath-taking than this treasured Lilly?
Only the healing and pure love that resides within her.

Don’t you see?
Can’t you see why she trembles so violently?
Why she weeps so silently?
Beautiful even in the presence of peril.
Gracious even in the face of murderous evil.
And her destiny approaches.
Quickly.

Death is certain.
The pure hue of her petals will be drained and tainted.
The delicate canvas will wilt and die.
The soft green thrown she lays upon will shrivel and detereorate.
Her lotus heart will be punctured and the milky nectar will be spilt.
And she will die.
Slowly bleed to death.
The filth will consume;
Gobble up the honey and shudder as the goodness tingles within its mass like a drug.
Sustaining the beast a little longer.

And what of the remains of the tragic goddess?
They will decay and feed, just like any other body.
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Now let me ask you, dear reader, what is the feeling raging within your own heart at this pregnant moment?
Is it rejoice?
Sorrow?
Rage?
Loss?
What wish is burning your mind?
Justice?
Rescue?
Rebirth?
I tell you, your wish can be fulfilled.
The searing emotions can be soothed and eased.
By one.
He is there; i know he is.
i feel him.
The hero of this shattering story.
The man with careful hands that will pluck Lilly from her filthy doom and nestle her in the warm coccoon of his own heart.
And she will bloom and thrive.
She will heal his broken soul and fill him with the love that blinds.
She will become his heart.
And in return, his soul will become her home.
He will renew her adore with adore of his own.
He will nurse her fragility and guard her purity.
He will be the one to save her.

So here is the call. The plea of deliverance. There is a cord that binds us, even now. Can you hear my terrified murmering? Can you feel my sickened dread? Can you taste my salty tears? Can you save this Lilly from drowning before its too late and i perish into the filth?
Can you rescue me?

Lilly

StRaWbErRy

Joined October 2008

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