Among the filth and grime

lives the precious Prince of Time.

His handsome face and beautiful eyes

now hidden beneath greasy locks.

His soft lips only utter words

of lies

of pain.

He lives for pleasure

for the moment that brings him joy,

and watches the ever lasting

fade away with time.

He has no control over the thing called life.

Caring not what comes,

or what will be.

Only for those few

blessed moments of pleasure

were he changes himself -

where he becomes the oracle,

smelling the incense

and getting high.

He lives for those minutes of hell.

But the thing called Fate

saw fit to give him a chance,

a chance to change his ways.

She planted a seed,

and watched Mother Nature's child grow

into a weed.

The prickly ugly thing,

called out to what was the Prince of Time,

calling him to her whisper cries.

And amazingly, he answered.

He touched the thorny leaves

and tried to understand.

For a moment, the disguise fell away

and there stood the Prince once again.

Mother Nature's child blossomed

and she became a pure and beautiful lilly

under his kind care.

And together they were happy.

However, a flower requires constant care.

And this little Prince did not.

Without water,

without love,

the flower faded.

It shriveled up - and cried out to be saved.

But the Prince didn't care.

He had another love,

the greedy kind.

So the lilly cried as she died.

Fading away like the rest.

The Prince doesn't see this,

he can't see his mistake.

Nearsighted.

He only wants momentary pleasure.

Lilly was simply the doorway

the gateway to all his dreams.

She showed him the path,

told him to go this way,

but no effort he put forth

no love he gave her.

His words did nothing,

words are only words

no actions did he take.

And so he falls back into the darkness

becoming once again the false oracle.

Lilly becomes a weed

dreaming of the day she will blossom.

She is impatient,

hating Fate for her mistake,

and hoping another will come soon.

Or that the Prince will wake.