In my haunted garden artery hardening plants
Barb and spar sporting spar for sparse light in slight expanse.
Preaching age’s lessons with speechless, effortless change
A rose which glowed mauve this molten morning’s eke
Roves at dark-courting, gauzing dusk to a bleeding shade
Rust ruffed. Upon touch, reducts to dust.
The cup of the lustral, all lust I give up to
Rupturing succour, choking growth.
Alchemisland 
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