Poison Poem by Nightshade Starlight

Apon this dreadful night,
Shall the moon go black
and the storm waits in silence.
In the shadows of the trees,
She silently waits for the time to come.
The herbal tea, in his hand.
With a pinch of that deadly,
Nighshade.
Each night, carefully plotting
The demise of someone so cruel.
Each night, just a small dose,
In the hot bitter tea.
Waiting patiently for the
Deadly poison to kick in.
With a smile, in the shadows.
The poison takes hold,
And the Deadly Nightshade
Has done her work.
She turns her back
And puts up her hood as
She dissapears into the shadows.
The poison that set her free.
That deadly poison,
Nightshade.