Armed With Wings of Cypress Wine

~ A Monorhymed Fantasy ~ A virgin maid of twenty-nine angelic face, most benign Sought the life of the front lines her upbringing undermined... Two devilish, slack-jawed canines leaped at the cowering feline Antagonistic, their bloodlines simmering in rancid brine... Camouflaged prone, not supine a-slither and a-serpentine Amidst the poison ivy vine fangs redolent of red strychnine... Her pipedreams of bootleg moonshine no street-grade heroin to mainline Cannabis the new gold to find cheaper than a sapphire mine Armed with wings of cypress wine embarked for distant shorelines As she touched the finish line ~ vanished was the Temple Shrine