This tarnished world cowers amidst your rot,
May I falter to rise and restore rot.
Cowardice chosen, feeble score untold.
Bone marrow thinned as lungs soaked in more rot.
Needles of pine and tar ensure delay
As bittersweet love in the stone swore rot.
Harvest moon bleeds into war overseas,
Somber light sowed in neither red nor rot.
People turned upon the midnight moor of
Stars and wine, by a raven that bore rot.
When the dusk hour crept and tore hearts of
Mead, your poison had laced through my poor rot.