The Lilies Gave Me Nightmares

My Lover’s heartfelt tithing setting by my bedside looms. For his comment undermining, gave a gift of Lily blooms, but the bouquet ever blossoms off intoxicating fumes and the blunder of my Lover unbeknownst becomes my doom…. What augurs well, perchance foretell! The Lilies shroud my tomb? So drifting off through slumber soft my summer sloth descends into the blue, the muddled hue before the black begins and dreams supreme replaced by screams as Nightmare settles in. For if I die before I wake, eternity to spend! I pray my Love, my Soul, to take the lilies back again.