By: Kosative D.
Flowered the vines quick travel the walls--
Misery twines each wreathe.
Powered the lines slick gentle falls--
Tapestry taints the sheath .
Each weed’d pursue.
A tantalizing malice.
The wind doth blew
Its heave to weave its balance.
Shameful some might pose a threat;
its gentleness to scorn.
Sainful, some might douse a bet,
a vividness self worn!