Death Entwined in Living Vines

Something dreadful is reflected in this scene Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state with the blood of her sin dripping from her eyes. In vines, she's entangled for having sat so long Grieving for whatever tragedy has gone wrong. Entwined in living vines of a scarlet rose more alive than she appears to be. Is it a dark disgrace she bears in this pose? One Poe would have drawn to illustrate a poem telling a dark tale as black ravens preen. With iridescent wings fluttering, they hover near plucking at an ornament worn round her neck Cawing attention to her pox in squawking voices, making her circumspect for being called a sinner. Has she committed some dark dastardly deed that's left her sitting on that garden bench as if in widow's threads, dreading her crime and praying Mea Culpas for forgiveness? Forlorn she sits, weary from existence, oblivious to the avian souls. Do they guard her or are they being persistent in cawing her shame? Has she been the victim of some abysmal crime? What horror must be kept secreted in her mind and what keeps her kohled eyes closed as if blind? Don't ask the black bird for he has sworn allegiance Nevermore would he tell the tale of it all as she falls ever deeper into the madness that has left her cold. Aa alabaster statue on a garden bench. Is she missing her beloved when he was claimed by death or a wench who in an act of jealousy killed her lover? The sin committed in passion is a mortal blunder and more... A flaw in the heart of one Poe would never call Lenore.