"Intrigue of the penumbra"

Luscious emeralds, your gleam has faded;
Once a vibrant meadow,
Now a decadent swamp
Blind to the world of selfish ingrates,
but I have indulged your spring pupils.

Your gentle tulips' crimson embers
now bestow a pallor of blueberries.
They remain pillows for restless, desperate weeds
that seek the comfort of your Eden.
How disappointed those nomads will be to find a chilly snake.

Did you like my spiders
dancing on your silhouette,
ensnaring the column of your pulse?
The falsetto you sang was victorious
to the prior quintet

And you spiraled, shaming the ballerinas,
to a heap of broken limbs amongst the starved rats
upon obsidian ground
Two maroon barricades granted me freedom
to gaze at the alabaster jewel synonymous of You.