I planted a box of lies in the patch yonder,
From upon my porch I watched it grow.
My flourishing heart barren no longer,
As tendrils snake upward,beginning to show.

Mushrooming out,it eclipsed the Sun,
Shadowing my roses under an ebony halo.
Resolving to salvage both essence and Elysium,
I uprooted the ****, nice and slow.