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

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