The Boy was tired - homeward bound
Ruffled by the evening breeze
The gloom of twilight stifled sound
His feet were dragging in the leaves
Oblivious to all around
A figure moved among the trees
On a shadowed quest profound
Secretive - Eloise
He found her in the old Herb Garden
Paused a moment to be certain
That no other was inside
Then slipped within and stood beside
'My love what are you doing here'
Eloise concealed a tear
Then in shaking whispered words
Shared her knowledge of the Herbs
'Flowers are such pretty things
Yet with petals oft' come stings
And prettiness may often hide
That which helps to kill or die
Lycotonum Oleander
Adonis and Belladonna
All within my garden grow
And all their morbid use I know
When one the other amplifies
The unfortunate quickly dies
When one the other mitigates
Against the odds we cheat the fates
Don't lose sleep over me
My precious Boy - can't you see
Whatever the extremity
The Garden holds the remedy'
Silence falls and soft he feels
Her lips on his in tender kiss
Upon his cheek a tingling
Left by gentle finger tips
Then an emptiness for she
Has fled with silent tread
And a weight lays on his heart
Rememb'ring what was said
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