Woven

Beneath the fury of sun Wades a wobbly nun Stomping on thorns Her soul burnt and torn Scars on her skin Carried wounds engraved Trust, her sin So were snakes she once craved She sucked and spitted Bouts of venom from her blood Tainted by flood Of emotions she once knitted Silence crept loud In the woods still stern Moon upturns Summoning weeping clouds Tears unfolden The woven maze Outside the haze, Lies a fern pretty golden Threads, now vines Adored her bruises Illusion's penchant to divine's Were flood sailed cruises Time passed by, Venom decays Has been watching the sky The fern now sways