Flames flickered as the candle’s light
Touched the chilling breath of night
Shadows danced around with no sound
Bottle of ink filled with nightshade
Sleeps under the moonlight
A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness
Waiting for the elixir of thoughts
As the clock struck twelve
With great haste the figure dips the
quill in the nightshade
And jotted something on a piece of paper
Under the candle’s light words are born out
Oh! Candle tell me how many people have
written history under your might
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Winter rains lover
the cold north wind
fought against the thought of warmth
in which we would embrace again.
It holds steadfast to the slow
beating of the window pane
drums loudly out thoughts
leaving us numb.
Ice courses through veins
long forgotten canals
whom once held court for promises
of love stricken stars
that fell from above.
Silence is left shouting
deaf tones
of moments
long held to endless night
shade
which we decided to get drunk on
and parade
through the death streets of our ancestors
dancing dreams
with them forever on...
...movements to the song.
Femme fatale nightshade bloom
Lustrous pomes sweetly entomb
Heady pungent bouquet
Remedy lover’s grave betray
Come hither, ye toxic potpourri
Banish infernal memory
Florid amethyst grace
Allure belies dual face
Infuse alchemist brew
Terry, not penance due
Smitten vessel begs release
Hasten this affliction peace
Tip chalice to ardor quell
Serenity bids thee back to hell
Notions atone bittersweet
Farewell ebbing heartbeat
3/15/2022
Come Sweet Nightshade
And close my tired eyes
I hang my head in the cold downpour
My thoughts take flight
Away from this motal coil
My thoughts go running n playing
I watch the closing of the day
I wait for your sweet nightshade
This horrid,dark chasm reaches deep down below.
Far beyond the reaches of one's heart and soul.
Only the green of its body shreds the night.
Leaving what's left of it far from the light.
Cursed as the book of a witch.
Yet blessed is its flowers as a bible straight from church.
What lines divide,it is unknown.
Holes open in the leaves,everlasting scars of what had been.
Give out a last call.
Let it out for us all.
Evade,degrade,then let it all go.
To the beast that howl and to the wind that groans.
Left to a fate that you can't control.
The emptiness will soon take its leave.
And once it does,you'll never be whole.
Long after the poison you've received.
Nothing is so impossible.
Delayed,is it not?
Or commenced,is it so?
Something time will tell inside these morning moans.
And so comes with them a feeling undone.
Bitter Nightshade
Too late now for an Intercessor--
My red, Luscious, Bittersweet berries
Have done their work...and I'm Quiescent...
Ambivalent to your Tactile ruse
Seen as the Quintessence and Arcane.
Your Flamboyant tryst sealed my Immolation.
©deborah burch
11/21/2016
D on't do it
E ven the Gods will cry
A rt is only illusion
D espite your pain
L oneliness is human
Y ears melt to one
N o need to sip that cup
I nternal storms
G row into calmer seas
H earts that bleed
T ake time to heal
S hadows forever lurking
H oping to conquer
A nnihilation the only cure
D eath the final solution
E radicate their cruelty in the cool breeze of the dawning sun
He lingers there, suspended in air
with one eye blue and one green,
bulbous nose, long pointed toes
and nails shaped like castor beans.
His see-through skin is so thin
it glimmers an eye-popping sheen-
resembles whey, neither white nor grey
but shimmers somewhere in between.
Intestines twine like twisted vines
backed by a neon purple spleen.
His chest is bright, flashes a light
with a rotating, multi-hued beam.
His mouth, a red smear, wears a leer.
One eye shines with a feral gleam.
My throat is tight, frozen in fright,
momentarily unable to scream.
My mouth is so dry I can barely cry,
"Oh God, let this be a dream.
Please . . . let it be a dream."
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.
I scream for your pain
I scream for your gain
I scream to go back
to just being alright again
vanity spread out coast to coast
the ones I trust always gave so much
of what I needed most, companion
dark Saturn dark Saturn
silent as a lantern
like a ghost in the mist
that just exists
inclined towards preservation
An inkling towards a razor blade
sharper than an inner voice
more extreme than radical beliefs
that brings you to your knees
animal traffic what can I sell
what do you need
they call the catch lady
It happens, its real
meditate towards the other side
growing up in heaven
crime spikes in limelight
make the north star shine bright
stuck in a Rutgers ruck
I scream. towards the old me
if only it would hold me
I wish it may have told me
a hint of advice for the long nights
when the closest touch of empathy
could have saved or broken me
Fragile as a baby's bloom
a flood flashes warning signals
a mountain starts in the foothills
a subtle trace of nightshade lipstick
open stone cold deadly eyes
you are my naughty Nightshade
my love for you; you waylaid
no need for melodrama
my lovely belladonna
just stop poisoning the plans that we made!
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