Intruder

For Nightcrawlers
Billowing clouds form droplets of moisture, dancing
Upon petals of velvet interlaced and languishing.
Yesterday’s masterpiece, drooping rose bows dying
Amidst the symphony of morning’s sighing.

Blood red, sweet passion hangs from a branch half-torn
Swaying softly with sharp and blackened thorn.
Fresh daggers reveal purloined clues from cloak of dark
Flesh pricked by pointy tips in the dewy dawn sadly mark

A treachery and stealth that yields no respite from evil’s spoil
Nor honors the masterwork of nature’s toil.
Garden fortresses are no match for the fight
Against swift feet carried by Delphian might!