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The Nightshade Wreath by Casey Brittain
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The pagan brew was now complete
I drank to be drunk
My head burning with devil’s heat
All my lustful hoping had shrunk
Yes my love’s lover did appear
The ritual had held true!
Seductive in satanic shear
Why’d I drink devil’s stew?
Lilith did kiss my Lover’s lips
And my love didn’t resist
Contemplating each dark sip
Deathful sleep does persist
In anguish I sank to my knees
Twix the ringed nightshade
And questioned why to all the trees
As my world starts to fade
Eying Lilith and Mine intertwined
My heart beats too few
And death’s beckoning becomes kind
All from drinking devil’s brew!
My hand does brace me from the ground
Or Lilith’s plan be done
Which be, I tumble six feet down
And from all life be shunned
Yet sanguine rivers do descend
From my anguish clenched teeth
And a leer at them seals my end
Frantic I search the nightshade wreath
And write these warnings in patched sand
There are two things you must do
Let God destine your loves end, and
Never brew devil’s stew!
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