A Face to Fail

So subtle sly, an impish heart, a moral slant, a crooked art.
And cast a stone, to shatter hell, and judge the dead, awake
The bell. My vicious vice, a field of trees, a rattlesnake, a
Pile of leaves. And sky to blood, a scarlet rose, a face to
Fail, a pail of prose. Thus the soul, an envy state, an
Addled pen, a specious faith. But feathered pride, a poison
Plaque, a phantom chase, a biblic gnat. And spirit bile, the
Blight of stars, the rites of death, a life of scars.

And subtle sly, an impish heart, a moral slant, a crooked art.
Her surface calm, the weal of woes, a weapon broke, a
Lifted nose. And splintered soul, the trek of thorns, a slight
Contempt, the devil’s horns. But truth to ink, the sun is bliss,
The light is flame, a Gnostic kiss. And sky to blood, a
Scarlet rose, a face to fail, a pail of prose.