In robes with tassel, see him creep
To climb the vine in chill of night;
Opes trap a crack; views those asleep
In diverse beds below in sight;
Mad light shines from his tawny eyes;
Non-lucid mind in drunken mist …
Loose plaster ruins his surprise,
And so the nuns remain unkissed.
I enjoyed the process of getting the Wordle 253 words to paint a tense scene in rhyme, and then to throw in an anti-climax!
By the way, I got one of these to tell me I have been blogging with WP for six years. Amazing how time flies when one is having fun.