Poisoned by Laura Petrie

Ivy cover, doth dark my moon,
Tendrils snaking the onyx gloom.
Thorns do prick the spinner's spine,
Fiend from friend, a villenous vine,
Dare I turn beloved night away?
Or forgive the one who doth betray?
No longer the lattice will shroud the rose,
Whose bloom was jaded by unbeknownst foes.

A daylight guild I shall now tend,
Where not even shadows can transcend.

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