I am surrounded by poison—

Along the path, wispy hemlock sways,

Representing a beautiful design of light lace.

White bells of lily of the valley

Ornate every point and pace.

I am surrounded by poison—

Serpents in shapes of humans

Bite me with bitter words,

Causing me to falter

And turn into an utterly sullen coward.

I am surrounded by poison—

My dreadful thoughts scream

Telling me lies and tales.

I am sick of this poison,

If only I could find an antidote.