Here are the rules:

One copies the existing poem, adds a line, looks at the poem as written, edits it to her/his satisfaction.
Then the next poster does the same.
Four lines per verse. 16 lines is the end of the poem. the next poster titles the finished poem and starts the next poem.

We'll start with:

She swooned with every breathe of the moon.

( now the next poster copies the above line..adds ones line and edits my line as seems fit. The next poster{3rd line can undo any editing which she thinks shouldn't have been changed.} the final poem is 16 lines. The 17th poster gves the finished poem a title, then starts the new poem by creating the first line- and the structure rules of the new poem.. OK? this poem is 16 lines total, 4 lines per verse.
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She swooned with every breathe of the moon.
It was in the month of June,

She swooned with every breath of the moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire

She swooned with every breath of the moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke was fire

She swooned with every breath of the moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke was fire

Delusion smiled and drew her in

She swooned with every breath of the moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke was fire

Delusion smiled and drew her in
What if it really was a sin

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in
What if it really is a sin
What if she opens the door to hell

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and slyly draws her in
What if it really is a sin
What if she opens the door to hell
And dantès inferno is remarkably swell

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And find the inferno is remarkably swell

What if Dantè sits at the gate

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And find the inferno is remarkably swell

What if Dantè sits at the gate
What if you just can't wait

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And finds the inferno is remarkably swell

What if it is Dantè who sits at the gate
What if she finds she simply can't wait
And rushing in blind, she takes a hard fall

She swoons with every breath of moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And finds the inferno is remarkably swell

What if it is Dantè who sits at the gate
What if she finds she simply can't wait
And rushing in blind, she takes a hard fall
Rose petals pierced her, taking it all

She swoons with each breath of silvery moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether the smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And finds the inferno is remarkably swell

What if it is Dantè who sits at the gate
What if she finds that she simply can't wait
And rushing in blind, she takes a hard fall
Rose petals pierce her, taking it all

The sweet lilies of June are gone by July

She swoons with each breath of silvery moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether the smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And finds the inferno is remarkably swell

What if it is Dantè who sits at the gate
What if she finds that she simply can't wait
And rushing in blind, she takes a hard fall
Rose petals pierce her taking it all

The sweet lillies of June are gone by July
As July burns into August babies will fly

She swoons with each breath of silvery moon
Caught in the web of seductive June
Trapped in illusions of her heart's desire
Wondering whether the smoke is fire

Delusion smiles and draws her in sly
Is it really a sin to reach for the sky
What if she opens the back door to hell
And finds the inferno is remarkably swell

What if it is Dantè who sits at the gate
What if she finds that she simply can't wait
And rushing in blind, she takes a hard fall
Rose petals pierce her taking it all

The sweet lilies of June are long gone by July
As July burns into August these babies will fly
And regret in September brings rosemary and rue