Lady On the Vine ...
Lady on the vine
branching out
to the world.
Rummaging
through mountains
and valleys
across the plains
and bodies of water
for some
rejuvenating peace
and away
from the
werewolves
that lurk around
her woods.
Werewolves
of a paranoid nature
increasingly
ravaging life.
Crucifying tranquility
in search
of a fresh prey
to feast
and pick clean.
It’s always havoc
and chaos
breathing down
the bridle branches
Will the werewolves
go away?
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