A Dancing Wallflower

An analogy. But for what?

A myth of sinners
Blooming onerous into a ripe night
A soul seeks a hot steel peg
To pull through a fiery iron heart
The wires weep in barbed song
How was the word again?
Protruding with slippery, molten effrontery
Vigilant of a creature with quills for a spine
Crushing rootstock into the crust
Brazened are the neglected beggars
On a dime comes a turn
For the lesser
A minor infraction
A diminished ninth
A major discord
Appropriately missed step
Pressing pedicels of promise
Into chasms Clandestine
Salient are the growing motives
Unchanging is the standing
Of a quetzal on this wall
Speaking in colloquial tongues
Telling tales tall and yet
Natural, a second nature
Assurance of an engagement
A pull of the hand
Dancing in time
Beggars twist by
Tripping on dimes
The quetzal cackles and squeaks
All the while
Taproot
Too deep
The final chord shrieks
A shrill parting
Trenchant and requisite
Shrinking back to the bastion
Pressing pedicels
Into the battlements