The lilies adorning the streets,
fade as the stars fall like rain.
The faces of children glowing
like gold dust in the dark.
The cellars and cages hold the hope
but amaranth pools line the streets
The children play on the
swings and slides painting their
tears on the next living kings
Lily in hand he returns to the kings,
men showered in vermilion and gold
Mar 29, 2010
Mar 29, 2010 at 1:04 PM UTC