Nightshade Belladonna

when the lacy veil covered this gossamer landscape
cloaked within orchids, sullen in their deepening black
i felt the coolness of crushed velvet
trapped in the darkest shadows of my arms.

i hear a faint call, tickling the tendrils of my mind,
the windless tune of the belladonna symphony
playing in the darkened night engulfed within this fevered
nightshade the sorrowful song of the nightingale.

raising my glass, a goblet of the finest silver,
full of the fairies enchanted dew.
i taste the bitterness mingling with the
sweetness of their darkest star falling tears.

enchantment rides upon the sighing breeze
as the time and years pass us by,
but the call of the nightshade belladonna
will always remain uniquely the same.