Malignance

Rot rips flesh from its ivory tether

Bitter is a lie pulled from the nether

In torrid heat, this rose crumbles

On broken beats, this heart fumbles

To blame I was for this cursed weather

Passions kill the sober mind

Resolve shattered by hands intwined

An open door, I now behold

For hope’s kiss, I bear cold

This spite I held onto left me blind

In this place I found a feather

A soft voice, the pinion now mumbles

With bated breath I lay reclined

Dreams of light, this day foretold

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