Ever I have
One choice on my plate
Ever to taste
The cold dish I served to you

Mushroom stew
With nightshade tea
Stinging nettles
And salads of ivy

I'm guilty
I poisoned your glass
I poisoned our past
I murdered you

Don't fret just yet
You've had vengeance
Tenfold retribution
And never is it over

I will ever taste
The sweetest dessert
The icy plate
The meal best served cold