In the shadows by the lake I wandered
wondered why the water hemlock’s scent
sent waves of crimson sweetness through my veins,
bane of summer (her) wants me to be prepared,
dare me: “end it here, with me, where dusk is deep”
weep with me — you shadow keeper
you, sweet hemlock lady let me sleep.
A second poem for my poisonous plant prompt at dVerse.