SINS OF THE ROSE LINE by Justin Achneepineskum For why do thee oppose the droplet's crop? Thou't a line of roses whom sins defy. Thy feather forevers from tether's drop. A violet enduring a muted shy. Thy art a darling heart whom's heart do loath but crazes romance whom romances craze. A fire of ice whom's frosty breath do clothe but warmed the oceans with a naked haze. Whyfore thy siege that fell our lover's war and vent crusades of what her hate do lash? Though, thy tender's liege tilts thy rage adore, her tears had dwindled to the loosest ash. Winters are the ways of her tears and fears; her cones of tear-drops coat her crimson sky whose snow sighs shade in her inner sphere to crush the icebergs of her whine and cry. Though, thou shalt not blameth to the flamest. Often I be the one to toot the chorus. For neither in our own be the tamest, muse of violins eclipsed our forest. Dost thou sin or saint for all saintful sins? Not I compare thy jewellest to a taint. A wreath of heathers just thy roses in for thou art the most lovely sinful saint. © garland81 Form: Tag: Viewed 262 Times ( 0 today )

Comment By Kim Keith on 2010-01-08 at 11:48:04
Very nice quatrain here...lovely, antiquated word choice.
Comment By EazyRymer on 2009-11-10 at 19:39:32
Tis a haunted poem thee write, of fears and tears and a womans fright. Doeth I understand the ways, or is it that I need to be at stay? For her tears hath never made her face rust, Yet sounds as tho your ways have turned her to her death at dust. Great poem, had to answer it. I love it !! TY for the share !! EazyRymer.