Bitter berry
despite your pretty, white flowers
the bitterness you hold inside
is poison with each attending try
Even your leaves singe
upon touching them
All parts of you contain
an irritant that starts in your roots
and shoots up to the oblong crimson moons
Pain ensues -
Unbearable
5 or 6 will make you ill
But the 2nd one done you in
Never to go back
Black
No longer admiring
the pretty, white flowers
Bitter as the Bane
You must live in shade

There is a part of the forest in which nobody goes
where butterflies tremble and Baneberry grows.
In this part of the forest where no mortals tread
the soil is rich with the flesh of the dead.