Among the Lilies

She stood by the waters Draining blood to hungry mosquitoes And she wept... For her beauty had been swept away Swept by the marauding monsters who Called her a sausage for hounds. By these waters... She saw men drag her Away to snatch her innocence And she came back altered Far beyond recognition. And a Lily stood outstandingly To remind her there was still light No need to despair Bulls are still there But who knows, Maybe a call for a night may also deprive her From her patch if affection. Maybe her only solace... Is to return To the river To smell the lilies.