Adventure 2, Page 262
Underneath the lilies white
In silent waters dark and deep
Where tangled roots have masked the light
The pasture’s daughters lie asleep
Shrouded in the lilies white
Like corpses in their graves gone cold
Lain far from morning’s golden light
On pastures green, in times of old
Where beside the lilies white
The daughters raised their shaggy heads
Til shadows grew and found their bite
And bade them lie in watery beds
Dappled by the lilies white
The moonbeams fall through waters deep
To sing the voices of the night
And wake the ones who lie asleep
Rising from the lilies white
The daughters climb above the reeds
To walk the grass-lain fields by night
And tread their paths between the trees
Draped with ropes of lilies white
That strangle dim and clouded eyes
They bear the creeping shadow’s bite
Before the sunrise lights the skies
Underneath the lilies white
In silent waters dark and deep
Where tangled roots have masked the light
The pasture’s daughters lie asleep
Shrouded in the lilies white
Like corpses in their graves gone cold
Lain far from morning’s golden light
On pastures green, in times of old
(edit: I made a recording of this poem! Here it is:
https://soundcloud.com/user-621540133/page-262)
