A white lily
floating down the river Styx.
Untouched by detestation.
Is she my hope?
my warmth?
my salvation?
Or is she something else,
Meant to drag me under?
Plunge me into Cocytus,
my flowing lamentation?
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 10:43 PM UTC
A white lily
floating down the river Styx.
Untouched by detestation.
Is she my hope?
my warmth?
my salvation?
Or is she something else,
Meant to drag me under?
Plunge me into Cocytus,
my flowing lamentation?
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