Worst Foe

Dusk conquered I found a thorn,

A Foe did birth this thorn,

Curved, sharp, and adapted for wear.

The result of a Roseate’ affair.

Dusk conquered I found a thorn;

For all the day I wore this scorn.

A gift dressed like a flower.

Eden’s wit accepted this glower.

What Foe did birth this thorn?

A trivial road named Forlorn.

Painfully this thorn I earned.

Revelation that now I learn.

What Foe did birth his thorn?

Thy wickedness he hath born.

Dusk conquered he found his thorn.

And now in the roseate’ glow of dawn