[101] Lily of the Valley

You’ll need to read the previous poems first before making sense of this one.

He changed his clothes.
Leaving the house,
He began to walk
The destination unknown.

It would be weeks
Before the bodies they found
By then a monastery
Had taken the boy in.

Now, within the quietness
He sought solace
Sometimes succeding, often failing
A recluse he became.

When they came for him
He simply smiled.
In his hands he held
A Lily of the Valley.

During those long years
The screams died
At last, perhaps
Peace.

Whence from his prison they released
He prayed to Saint Leonard of Noblac
And the monastery received him.
Voices no longer torment him.
Bugs did.