A vast sea I bear witness to;

a sea of lilies lined up as a wall of petals.

To marvel at the myriad of colors is to give in.

Today is not the day.

They grasp at my feet, refusing to let go.

Each step forward pushes the lilies back.

Yet still the wind grazes the blackened flowers,

bringing bittersweet whispers to my ears.

I don't pay any mind;

today is not the day.

Whispers grow, voices collide, and screams are formed.

The dark shrieks echo within me.

Do I give in to the calls from beneath me?

The temptations grow, but today is not the day.

The lilies multiply rapidly with every step I take,

their only goal to keep me still.

The petals stained with death and regret surround me;

my body cannot take the bombardment.

They stare at me.

I stare back.

The lilies try to slow me down.

All I see is the color of the petals as they cloud my vision.

A single eye is all that is left to call my own.

Through the clouded vision, I see a helping hand.

A figure radiating beauty itself reaches for me.

The figure reminds me with it's presence alone;

Today is not the day.