Black Lily

In winding spirals she grows
around beauty's malignant claws.

Droplets of sable blood fall
as beauty is punctured by thorns.

In evil arms she cradles
the fate of every young virgin.

Her blessings she lays on the fewest,
her curses she lays on the most.

The good and the bad are mingled,
envy and innocence are one.

In winding spirals she grows
with petals as black as death.

The bleeding black Lily
piercing beauty with her thorns.