Pensively she gazed at the quiet, dark waters. And though she is silent he noted the quiet tears upon her cheeks. Then she rose slowly, walked to the water's edge, and reached out to a green weed growing there.
"Mother, grant me beauty." She whispered the words.
And as she touched the plant a white flower bloomed, fell into her outstretched hand.
"As you have died for love, oh Pluto, I pity you. And though you will be remembered for the evil of your ways, and as master of the infernal regions, one consolation you shall have."
She tossed the flower with its large white petals out on the now still waters.
"When the water lilies bloom, you shall be remembered, not for your vices, but for your one saving grace.
"You will be remembered for this, that you gave up eternity to save the one you loved." She paused, a sob in her voice.
"Rest well, Oh Prince of Darkness."
A tear trickled down her cheek, and her voice was tremulous.
Even as she spoke the face of the pond rippled, and the white beauty of the water lilies spread. Quickly they carpeted the waters along the shore. Gently rocking with the ebb and flow of the ripples they spread their beauty ever farther.