Hands as white as a lilly
And as cold as the ground,
Lays motionless,
Not even yeilding to the brisk air.
The roses sway around the limbs,
Gently revealing it,
For all the prying eyes,
Who dare entered the flower's domain.
The arms now has a head and bodis
All hugged by the grass,
With a warm innocenty sernity,
Which masks what the previous events.
A breeze comes by,
And sends a shower of rose petals,
To anoint the head and bodis,
And adorn the arms with soft kisses.
The lingering smell of the flowers
Mixed with death,
Caused the earthworm, and night crawlers
To creep out the sweet sod and bear witness.
With all the flowers, decay,
And the dew drops tinged with blood,
Tis a site of beauty and morality.
Only God and Satan can produce.