Words pine prickle

I want to make a word-dependent fortress,

Where I could grow like world-defended pine,

So you, seeing us in mind created portraits,

Couldn’t distinguish mind wish and vice of mine:

I’m bad for you, look like wet murky autumn,

It show for us wind-circling old tree arms

Where circle is 3 angle timing bottom,

Excess fourth angle –is sky blue prickle farm.

Prickles grow to create one missing fortress loophole –

Нere I see you like helpless bird at hill:

I pierce minds balls, make more extent, not little,

So eat art lines in cones like… useful pill.