Belladonna & Aconite
By SMYGO4EVA
Where had the moon gone
In the recurring nightmare
Trapped with one who does not love
Long in the waking prison
Faith, trust and pixie dust
What magic is made of
What could be said possibly
Of true freedom and happiness
Tattoo of a lion
The forsaken chance
Unscarred but unwilling
To bring out a second chance
Poison slips from the tongue
To create a new world
Submerge in the curse
In the dark sisters' grasp
Across the starlit sky
Dust and moonlight adorn over all
Two worlds collapsing
From what can never be mended