Your poison was so beautiful I took a bite, And relished in the taste of defeat.
Despite warnings and signsI stroveTo turn the poison to healing,Taking flowers and stemThe petals and oilsTo the heat in hopes Of conjuring the power Of my foremothers.
But poison is poison.
Your delicate colorsAnd thin stemmed loveWere a ruse To turn angelic thoughts To devil play thingsAnd crumble a castle Thought unbreakable.
Dust to dust, I crumble in yourNight Shade.