White Lily Girl

White Lily Girl:

They say that love is plenty
But mine is simply dead.
She sleeps amongst the flowers
I grew upon her bed...

I wonder if she's dreaming
Of smiles and happy things.
Or playing her favourite game
Of rubber balls and strings...

She used to mean the world to me
But humans took her life.
Oh lord that took my child away
I offer you this knife...

It bears the blood of your faithful humans
The ones you taught to scream of hate...
How many more will join the ranks
Of the damned that I create?

Droolings wrecks and putrid bodies
The ultimate art of sanguine pride!
The dead that groan in utter pain
Will stay forever by her side...

Cut and sewn, hewn and cleft
Made to match like ragged dolls.
Each will be a lifeless guardian
Watching from the bitter walls...

You took my child and stole her life
Now I do the same for you...
Your children now shall bear my hatred
And there is nothing you can do.

Come and drink of water or wine
I shall feed you as I feed a friend.
But send an army and their king
Or this game shall simply never end.

"Now then Emilia, which human should daddy prepare for you today?"

-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th March 2012