Hidden behind rock and stump
Lies oasis grand
Kept to the mount's fortitude:
The Bewitching Badlands.
The Badlands besieged on thorny hill
The fruit's kindness to the land: the briar's kill.
In the vastness,
Rosebuds overcame
Flourished in deceit,
Deceit- behind rose
Set all the pine aflame.
Now dead woods walk
Under perturbed sky
Sheltering skeletons whisper
"Guard the field, the red wry".
For the red wry,
Lures all but the dead
Pleasant garnish blushed for me
Feet naive to tread.
Yet, thorns tread my skin
The further I delve
Though I paid no mind, in comfort
Witnessed no striking helve.
The field shields the growls
Of wolves roaming through,
Red eyes wonderfully blend
Flowers danced in their fresh dew.
I was spun with red thread
To twine with the briar
Anchored in skin, garbed new dress
Foreign to the name 'liar'.
Growls seemed as music
Copper smelt as rose
Sky became as red velvet
Harmonizing in duress: "welcome home".
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