Within this crimson,
opalescent phial entwined
with metallic vine slumbers
death's grim visage.
A few drops
laced in wine or tea
produces sinister
hallucinations
and
searing agony.
To be used so
sparingly,
only in greatest
need
to avoid discovery
of secrets harbored.
I tuck the phial away.
He never knew
how close he was to
agonizing death
by my hand.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
Within this crimson,
opalescent phial entwined
with metallic vine slumbers
death's grim visage.
A few drops
laced in wine or tea
produces sinister
hallucinations
and
searing agony.
To be used so
sparingly,
only in greatest
need
to avoid discovery
of secrets harbored.
I tuck the phial away.
He never knew
how close he was to
agonizing death
by my hand.
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