Belladonna
Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple,
Give yourself over to Her night.
Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of intoxication, Ease the
Passage of the soul.
Divale, Prima Ballerina of the Ballet,
Dance of La Belle Mort, Beautiful Woman,
Hers is the tango of death.
Lethal flower, make the voice rise high,
Fatal Soprano, yours is the power behind his throne,
Saccharine song of bells in your wake.
Belladonna, lustful and lusted for,
Your ambrosia is not of life,
But the kiss of death.
Copyright © Megan Rung | Year Posted 2006
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