The Weeping Lotus Dance

Their dead bodies were found
Many miles away
From the place they fell in love with each other
And the girl ran away from her mother
So usual story
They loved each other to death

White tiny flowers will keep the secret of the moor
A place where two lovers used to hide

Smothered in suffering
Was it a part of their tragedy
A wild ritual of murdering?

Their skin of purplish color
Disgusting traces of sin
Scary eyes full of horror

He picked up a flower of pure white
And gifted to her
Would your smell my dear
A weeping lotus?

There are many stories I heard
But still cannot believe
These innocent flowers
Could weep

Lave me with your tears
Enchanting circles of your weeps
All your moans are sad and sweet

Green hooded eyes have stolen my mind
I’ll never wake untill I die

Devoured by the black mouth
Forever buried in mire

Dance to me
Give me more of your passion
Dance to me
Smother me gently