Underneath darkened skies,
I offered to be an artist's muse.
For he made me an offer I couldn't refuse,
Of wide eyes and luscious lips,
Flowery scents and flushed cheeks.
Just a pinch or two maybe more,
A drop, a dash, just enough,
A smear of poison across the eyes
Deadly poison in potpourri,
Blurry red, a small price indeed
To be your rennaissance belladonna,
Nightshade's primadonna.
May