Cloud covered copies inch its way past my architect,
The leaves laced with tweed,
Sing the song of death,
The march of decay plenty blind,
Plenty taken,
By surrender,
She tastes my spoils
Soiled in parsimony,
Old, plain and dead to the world,
The priests alchemy ,
Toiled by the magicians perks,
Oleander pageant taken by storm,
Her voice dressed in white,
Ribbons carved for plight ,
Awaken a new dawn for decay.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
