Moonlight shine on her,
Light her skin and bright her smile,
Bask her in your darkest silk,
Let her glow through the night.
Make me a Belladonna.
Of the weeks she waited to be spoilt,
A day in your cavern of gold,
For the flowers grew to bittersweet,
In a life of the poor and old.
Make me your Belladonna.
Silent as the moon to your disgrace,
The love she had hope to gain,
Is the day you will leave your dame,
And not only linger in the day.
For I am your Belladonna.
Unto the wet dirt path,
Her footsteps took shape,
By the sun and the rain,
Some harden, some fade.
Am I your Belladonna?
Oh, how love burdens the soul.
You lie and you cheat and you grow estranged,
The wheels had turned and now she was blame,
Love, love, love, no it was lust,
The stars had overwhelmed her.
I am not your Belladonna.
Her heart could bore no more,
With a handful of berries,
She wrote down her fate,
Calling for Aisa to be quick.
Atropos Belladonna.
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From Neurons To Fingertips
PoetryHave you ever had this random idea that comes from nowhere and got stuck in your mind that you've just gotta write it down?
