NIGHTSHADE WINE
Deep within a tenebrous gloom
In deepest glades where wood gods reign
The muffling leaves of thickening years
A carpet spread in dark arcades
A place where music tends to tears
And only by the spirit heard
Her mind still sternly exercised
As unsolved puzzles intertwined
His image etched within her heart
Enshrined there as divinity
She wove her dreams on looms of love
And swam in life’s deep passion.
Within the recesses of time
And wrapped in swathes of doubts reserve
Held down by weight of shadows
She drank the nightshade wine.