Poison
Wine
.
To kill
a demon-lord who will not die
The
price of vengeance shall be my life
It is
for me, of we who exist in his trust,
To place
our taint in his nightly cup
.
A ruby
goblet filled with black wine
this
glass will mean his end and mine
(In
a red satin pouch lies the means of death)
Draw
forth my dagger with quickening breath
.
I pour
in the dust that will end all life
then
slice my wrist with the ebony knife
Crimson
jewels fall, and penetrate through
Blood
melds with spice, the poison is true
.
I walk
through rich halls, my head hanging low
Behind
velvet curtains torches watch as I go
I pause
as I come to that rich oak wood door
Behind
this portal lies the end to a war
.
At his
request, I draw nearer to him.
At his
command, none save I are allowed within
At his
behest, I taste liquid death-dream
This
monster trusts none, not even his Queen
The drugs
have no taste, yet he knows what is here.
Hate
and desire mingle along-side my fear
He drinks
deep of death, I kiss his lips
then
he places the wine at my finger tips
.
He's
known it's me all along, I think
As I
toast the King with his fatal drink
To end
his reign, and a lifetime of strife
"Till
death do us part", he dies with his wife.
.
-Moon
Sidhe © 1996