The Bird Lime of Rhyme

Hanging by Treads

Raid the well,  
contain hell

Let heaven  
bag it and tag it.  

Inform the slave! 
the hunt to confront
is furtive and blunt

Hikes my mischief 
to the grave.

Sweetens the riddle  
that explodes the middle.

Chides over borders,
scope, rash and tin. 

Stole? 
license to love it, 

and 
conviction to shove it,

Scour dour and din. 
Its burden of hope -

Like a brave mortal sin.