Lilies in the Valley

Death taken me away like God's rapture,

And laden my face with commelinales.

Since I have been taken by life's sweet captor,

Into the fields of cased porcelain dolls.

As thy sings the songs of mendaciousness,

A Harper's harmonious melody, 

That parrots the sound of cries of distress,

Not arias of a prunellidae.

Thou may find me unkissed by aging time,

Throughout the land of crows and dead dog bones,

Concealed within a cell bearing no crime,

With the abacus of time carved in stone.

Nevermore will you hear me speak thy name,

For I will soon go through heaven's flame.

Reviews

[Carl Phantom]

Great! Now to figure out what this one means. This person died in a beautiful place, but no one will be able to find her as she lays there. Most likely i'm wrong, but you can't blame me for trying. :3

[Lewis Jane]

thank you for this I thought it was beautiful

[Arctic Fox]

Thank you. I greatly appreciate your comment.