Morgane A Heyne
Cold Blooded Ivy - Poem by Morgane A Heyne
For heaven knows
As cold blood goes,
In wicked worlds and times of dread
The dwellers of the shadows deep
Know well the way to hell.
And likely though they are to mind
The years it took to find
The way to wretched pleasures;
They know that all the treasures
In gold, lead and steel reside.n
If vicious thoughts and sly demands
And creeping envies of our men,
The way of the weatlhy often pave;
Their share of knowledge and of birth
Beneath it all prevails.
The ivy walls and hallowed halls
These schools of sin, at times
Harbour the citizens of crimes
And carry through some centuries
The horrors of their time.
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