Closed door struggle: GREED

Leave thy spirit fast in ambers

Lock thy eyes thy cold chambers

Safeguard thy gold

And mock thy bold


Lofty hurdles jump the most

Secretly over thy track of lost

Suppose it all

To ring a slender bell


To whose abound

sweet fume care-scent?

Unruffle your hemlock of silver silhouette

Then thrust thy bedded rose!

One thought on “Closed door struggle: GREED

  1. Pingback: Closed door struggle: GREED | A composite of me and the universe by: April Queen D. Enjambre

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