Poisoned passion patterns 
    the moment of conception 
        forges a battlecry 
   severe in nature 
      screams of muted nature
   voiceless yet still able to communicate 
 
   Euphemisms of Shakespeare's quill
       united bloodlines that diminish
   the vibrant light of the sun 
       a chord that strangles 
   when trials tighten 
        an oubliette
   with pointy arrow tipped walls
       coated in candied blood

  When could hope be surrendered?

Hand over hand knotted noose 
     unable to decipher 
  through memories of induced fatality 
     and those elastics 
         that stretch 
                and 
          s    t r  et   ch
    thoughts are no longer viable 
       inner demise casts shadows
  void of natural irradence 
        
  Broken and chipped French tips 
     beg for nurtured essence 
          
     ... you're ok, whatever happened if you want, you can fight.  With the last battlecry in your wake...

  Chains pierced the flesh of the feathers
       bound, trapped, alone
            to maneuver left or right 
     causes trauma of torn morsels 
          of musculature