Spattered Poeticus

Spattered Poeticus
Loathed is mine mortal coil
In amidst of suave Poeticus,
Not of burgeoning atypical
But of spattered with distress

Excluded lone in Greenland
Eluded totes by Mellifera  
Belittled by poeticus flora
Oust from florist's hands

Etched is mine woe
in the deepest core,
Fallen is my hope
Into de trop grave

Brought froth to be scorned
Darketh is mine mortal coil
To see the simmers of love
Is scorned my life title?

Little caress brushed
my grief and my title
With plenty of love
Due before my quietus

Fortified mine entity
In an opus of mine
with mine Chronicle
On my eternal scar