Tis not Your Season

She sits alone
upon her fur laden Throne

Clutching a bowl of delight
that will soothe her long through the night

Dressed in fine and costly array
thoughts of her lost love never stray

For once she held him so tight
but for now comes the dimming of light

Dark thoughts enter her mind
to her body they would not be kind

As she massages the Fruit tween her fingers
memory of his passion surely lingers

Should she surrender and forever be a slave
to a love that she now can only crave

Or take those Cherry drop pills
within lay the essence to allay her ill's

Entranced as if knowing not what to do
Would nightshade be therapudic too

Then she hears a voice whisper sweet reason
"Eat and revive, tis not your season"

Ch'erie de Perrot
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