Sinister CrimsonA Poem by Judy PoncebyWithin this crimson,
opalescent phial entwined with metallic vine slumbers death's grim visage. A few drops laced in wine or tea produces sinister hallucinations and searing agony. To be used so sparingly, only in greatest need to avoid discovery of secrets harbored. I tuck the phial away. He never knew how close he was to agonizing death by my hand. © 2011 Judy PoncebyReviews
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Added on October 23, 2011Last Updated on October 24, 2011 AuthorJudy PoncebySwanton, OHAboutI am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..Writing
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