They said 'Do not play in the poison garden',
Foxgloves sway, in the poison garden,
Melia berries fall like marbles,
Now crushed and broken as the ground there hardens.
When I was younger, I used to marvel
When they would warn me about the poison garden.
Belladonna, sweet deadly nightshade,
Oleander, you make my heart break.
Red angel trumpets, pendulous glory,
Pupils dilate with a midnight story.
Oh ancient yew tree, laden with berries,
Medical pardon, from the poison garden.
And as I shelter, beneath this bower,
Beauty and power in the poison garden.
I?ll take my hours in the poison garden.