Venom Flower

A French Sonnet

Petals paler than fangs of deep snow white

Green leaves finer than silver skin peels

To its beauty do the flowers awe kneel

With fear of its rare and venomous bite

Its vile tyranny is more than polite

Say what she wishes to hear, show appeal

Or her poison on your neck you will feel

Don't kitten with her for even one night

She puts on a mask during the bright day

Sheds at night, invites you her buffet

With white knife and fork, you will be caressed

Refuse all gifts she will seduce you with

Keep your garments on, refuse to egress

Facts have been stated, she lives, not stale myth