Lily-of-the-valley

I had watched every year

From the room with large windows

I'd wished I'd disappear

But that kill all those widows

By the luck of the broken

Dreadful, filthy, possessed

With the witches words spoken

I've become someone's crest

Something which can't be thrown

Burned alive, smouldered, drowned

Yes, with years there's been frown

Over dukes sinful crown

Stuck to place like a glue

With no guess or a clue

To the way I can end my distress

All the pain I repress

Boiling over the evening,

Killing dear little thing

By the name of Lilly

Oh I wish I'd be silly

But hands snapped the fine neck

And the thought "what the heck?"

Had appeared far too late

And the fairies of hate

Had alas reappeared

And had finally smeared

My existence to tatters

For which left of the matters

They've had cursed me forever

As I'll wander the land

With my steps ending - never

But creating fine stand

With the white flowers blooming

As I bleed to the ground

Lilly of the valley looming

As my retribution of bound