Belladonna

She waits within the moonlit door, Cimaruta on the lintel. Pearls wrung around her waist, red dripping from her fingernail. Dandelions ground underfoot, sweet cinnamon in the air. Belladonna beckons with her raven glowing hair. Dog Rose on the window, Azalea on the bed. Wolves baying in the distance. Rhododendron succubus, her beauty everlasting. Ranunculus fool sleeping in his Quaking Grass, time forever passing. Sweet river of evanescent pleasures, fading within the transient void. Pulchritude of the finest silk – baleful orange blossom – a beauty ethereal. Delicious Datura, hectic hemlock, the most beautiful poison; her name, Belladonna.