Darkness lurking underneath garden's veil,
luring innocence with blossom's essence.
Waiting for precise moment to excel,
clutching victims within wicked presence.
Entangled vines snaring purity's soul,
reaching up from an infernal abyss.
Garden created by Hell's ash and coal,
and fertilized by Satan's deadly kiss.
Glide into darkness with Lucifer's fold,
when you sacrifice Salvation for gold.
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Wow, Janet, this is excellent! I might not have 'understood' it the way you planned because I don't know whose greed you're talking about either, but your poem is brilliant, and teaches many great lessons like It's not what's on the outside that counts, and things aren't always what they seem... I love the couplet by the way, it sort of sums everything up!
Sometimes the great thing about poetry is only the author understands it, but for the record think about a dark veil and silver thrones and you will realize exactly whose greed I am referring too.
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