Nightshade

Pretty woman of the night, Pain and death her goal in sight Quickly, with dark eyes alight, Vision blurs and breathing tight Shows no favor in the fight. Curse of Shade's perverse delight, Tremors reign and with them, fright; Moss green skirt and halo bright Dance together in the light. Shade knows well her earthly plight. Purple robes and golden hair, Sought by witches everywhere-- Strong spell cast within her lair For all who come to find her there. Noble bearing, regal air, She sends out her deadly dare: "Drink my nectar, come and share your souls, your dreams; they're bounties rare!" Pretty woman, Pretty Shade, Deadly poison by you made All forgotten, life to fade. Pretty, deadly maiden Shade.