Lilifar

In the pond of sweet peril, she is a lily.
Her wet leaves blink in the moonlit dark.
Her naughty wink sets running a million dangers.

In the pond of peril there is lily still;
Have patience and you will hear her will.
Under the calm surface the water is aflame,
where untempered spirits yield to her spell arcane.

What lures the snakes to mimic her menace,
whatsoever it is, in the thick of it, i´ll be seeing you.