The Tiger and The Lily

I've instilled you with light,

that there is hope tomorrow;

veil, and shed no tears,

for the frost is nigh at hand.

The temple's curves,

have maximized the situation;

until there is only

clarity and purity in you.

Show customs, where customs are due,

and you will see your whispers,

break the deepened shadows of Satan.

"Her veil is on her thigh;

she walks amidst the tall grasses,

and keeps her gun close by."

You have seen it,

make it so.

Author's Note

Send me a poem.

Lucretia Meerim Chosen One
Shoto Rustaveli Street
Building 58, KB 32
Bishkek City 720044
Kyrgyzstan