Woe to Foe
Be it a friend like foe be it a foe like friend this to all applies woe you are and to you is woe. With your scent alluring, touch soothing into my bosom you crept like poison ivy out of your stem prickles advanced and peace you made part ways with me. You are the smoke that even when I it chokes on its pointe it spins dancing wildly to my woes. Be it a foe evolving be it a full fledged foe as the sky above the earth remains so will I above you all remain. Here is a poem about enemies of all sorts. The poetic persona compares them to creeping plants with alluring scent and soothing touch but eventually take peace away from him, for example, poison ivy causes serious itchy skin and discomfort. In the third stanza, they are compared to smoke that dances as the person it chokes gradually dies. The last stanza concludes the poem as the poetic persona says he will always remain above every enemy, be it a developing enemy or one that has fully developed. The poem is in four stanzas wit...