belladonna

Belladonna, lovely poison—

woman of the way I tread,

how did you learn to speed the step

of hurried worry to the doors of death?

Eyes open to pain and crack of dawn

that bleeds too black

the beginning of sorrow,

stay.

Pray for darkness,

that it may give way to light.

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