Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow -
Macabre hands fold across a gaunt chest.
Golden ring lies limply on a skeletal digit.
Pristine black suit now tattered from years,
saturated with mold and feasting worms -
Beneath the earth where violet lilies grow.
http: //allpoetry.com/poem/4549753
Kim Schilling
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-violet-lilies-grow/
