A Pome a Day for a Year

I drafted the wrong prints again;
this room is a closet,
but I wished for a hallway!
Oh I did not look at my ranks correctly,
I am incorrect horse, mockingly like
those artistic notions on the walls
of the drawing room.

If I walk through the chapel again
I will not have the capital for keys
plus my gems are looking peeky,
and the likelihood of failure is increasing
but I just gotta gamble and ride that
wave of luck, that I will gain the utility of
security, safe that I am vaulted
from creating my own tomb.