Blossoms so knightly, the nightly beauty,
in a place where darkness reigns all that surrounds.
Like the fireworks caught sight at the instant when it explodes,
the flower, with its layered white petals and
narrowed yellowish-green leaves that are yet purplish,
blooms a silent yet trembling concerto with the dimmed oranged light and the pitch black.
Of such a scene, it reminds me of the persecuted of the early age who,
though facing the dark valley of death,
kept still their beautiful faith,
and shone and flourished ever more for the coming generations.