Freesoul

Beneath the fury of sun Wades a wobbly nun Stomping on thorns Watch the teary ferns Scars on her skin Carrying wounds engraved Curse devious grin And snakes she once craved She sucked and spitted Bouts of venom in her blood Tainted by flood Of emotions she once knitted Profuse tears of fern They observe Drip on her burn Numbing pain so perverse Weeped the clouds In meloncholic ambience Silence crept loud Spotting redemption in defiance Step out the vines Adorning her bruises Wind's penchant to divine's Yearning, she refuses Blanket of ferns Ease her shivers While the moon upturns Bogs were her new weavers Time passed by Has been watching the sky Fern decays Her soul repays