lily of the valley

lily of the valley 1 : lily was a little girl

♪ MIDMORNING LULLABY

♪ It's a scary place the woods at the midnight... It's a scary place so don't you dare and go wild ♪

   ♪ once was a Duchess playing in the Wet ground... oh! what a foolish! the great queen yelled ♪

             ♪ when the tree appears her red apples ... take them and never ask whom Plant it ♪ 

                      ♪ little duchess, little duchess ... never care and ask whom plant it ♪

♪ the gold is flowing through her majesty's head .... and the diamonds Lined up on her soft hand♪

                       ♪ little duchess, little duchess ....never care and ask who made it ♪

♪ it's a scary place the woods at the midnight.... it's a scary place so don't you dare and go wild♪

     ♪ once was a Duchess playing in the Wet ground... oh! what a foolish! the great queen yelled ♪

After she finished singing the ugly song that she gave it a sad look with her resonant voice and which she used to sing every Wednesday, The young man with blonde hair and a luxurious white suit began clapping, with a disgusting smile on his smooth face. He says in a closed voice :

_ Good job Lily, I enjoy this song as always 

Lily looked at him with dead lemon eyes, her voice could barely be heard, except for some angry and exhausted rattles coming out of her throat. 

A solemn feminine voice, echoing in the large piano hall:

_ What is important and most important is that she remembers the meanings hidden behind the words well in her mind. You do that Lily, do you? 

Lily answered in a velvety, exhausted voice:

_ Yes, Aunt Mariana

The fifty-years-old woman replied:

_That 's good, now you can go back to your room

Lily asked for permission:

_ Allow me to leave, aunt, Baldwin...

She bowed and left. 

MEMORIES IN THE HALLWAY

LILY

it's a bit long way to reach the "little duchess's room" ... my room. and this distance gives me no choice but wandering in the cursed garden of mine, which is called "memory lane".

Passing by some old statues of men and women, when I always look at their features covered by dead branches and brittle autumn leaves , they were standing all together on that yellow grass, doing nothing except reminding me by the talkative servants spelling rumors as a hot tea. here and there, I heard things about events happened before I was born, how a golden spirit lost her glow and become ashes. 

The Duke, who is sadly my father, loved a woman named Eileen, he was obsessed with the night that sleeps on her hair and the waves that dance inside her eyeballs. he wanted her to be his and only his, but she didn't want the same, she was still young and wanted to explore the world... Eileen, the woman who wanted freedom but didn't get it. the duke Kidnapped her, no, uprooted her from her warm home and loving family in front of everyone!!! . They had their happy marriage, happy as the happiness of a mirage...