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