Analysis of Lily of the Valley.

thou art a pitiful sight indeed,
born as a product of lust and greed,
thou art nothing more than a mere parasite,
in front of this world and thy mother's eyes.

thou art a painter's desire,
every inch of thee burns in thy funeral pyre,
thou relish the seed of those who lust,
yet thy life merely fades and rusts.

thy humility is their comedy,
thy pain is thine tragedy,
thy fervour is their ecstasy,
thy tears are thine elegy.