Poison Ivy

This poem uses clichés and gothic imagery to maintain an almost fairytale style ambience.

Poison, sweet poison
running through my veins
a cliché story told today,
a memory that never ends.

See the moon over my castle;
I built it's walls solid and deep.
And all this glamour seems to dazzle
whatever hides in this well's deep.

Ivy overruns my castle now
corroding the ancient stones.
Poison ivy crown upon my brow;
I lay a curse upon your bones.

Poison, sweet poison
running through his veins.
He'll regret it all too late,
and thus my strange tale ends.