A Wilted Lily

Her life had only just begun

Her purity was whole

Sins or defects: she had none

A clean, unblemished soul.

 

No cause had she to fear the man

She knew and loved him well

But the trusted member of her clan

Was a demon out of hell.

 

Innocence he took from her

And felt no guilt or shame

For harming one so young and pure

He loved his evil game.

 

A fledgling with a broken wing

A child without a smile

A lily wilted in the spring

Scorched by a paedophile.