The white Lilly on the battlefield

Devotion or purity though Lilly can vary by type, she was devine beauty which could be proven at sight.

She was evidence that a harmonious world could easily be shattered, along sides the pain of a mother, frail and sensitive.

She had a fierce heart tied to a hundred years of love, her face was a mask of perfect serenity.

Just like a white Lilly, she was a symbol of rejuvenation of the soul, but also could be rage and massacre.

She was the sun as well as the moon
She was peace and then was war
She was beauty but never was disaster
She was sorrow as well as happiness
She was life as well as death
She was my salvation as well as their destruction

She was, the white Lilly on the battlefield