Belladonna

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In moonlit gardens, I bloom alone,

A deadly beauty, with poisonous throne.

My petals unfurl, like shadowy wings,

Whispering secrets, to the midnight kings.


Shadows dance around me, dark and tall,

Their whispers weaving, a haunted call.

Forgotten memories, like autumn leaves,

Rustle beneath, my silken eaves.


In cryptic messages, I reveal my heart,

A language known, only to the dark.

The moon above, casts an eerie glow,

Illuminating paths, where few dare go.


My scent enchants, like a siren's song,

Luring victims, to their fatal throng.

Yet, in my darkness, lies a strange allure,

A beauty fatal, yet forever pure.


So come, dear one, and heed my call,

In whispers spoken, beneath the moon's pall.

For in my shadows, secrets will unfold,

And in my poison, stories will be told.

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  1. VanshJune 12, 2025 at 11:53 PM

    The hazardous scent of yours, the dusted hymn, the impalpable symphony that intractably amplifies. As there is no hearken. The obscured, as dusted as your petals, as nocturnal as your fleshes. The reason your own transcendence, your own petals ,your own hymns are becoming unfathomable, fatal even to that mighty 'Self' of yours that sustained within the all. As you passionately await, for another shadow. To not only sustain within your almighty gardens, the resplendent yet nocturnal pasture of yours. But also who could reconcile that self, that almighty self with the unfathomable hymns of yours. That doesn't make the self wise, but passionate enough to endure, to cry, to not abstain from embodiment. And as you await, you shall seek the turmoil. You shall unravel the silhouette. You shall praise the encrypted echoes.As despite the all you 'feel' as despite the all, you 'Await' as despite the all, you push the boulder again.





    What you've felt in those days, and who knows probably feeling that right now, trust me it feels like curse and yes it is still a curse, but amidst the all you're the blessing, not to eradicate the curse, but to domicile within the sickness, decaying yet splendid. Controlling the unhabitual dunes. Wheather you read this or not ,things will go not right, but better.

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    1. VanshJune 18, 2025 at 5:13 PM

      Well, thank you for your kind, passionate words, but i didn't did it at a whole, you're words, you're poem made me closer to what i was engendering. And let me give you a spoiler, that if you're trying to breath in dark, not perfect. You'll never be, you'll never be perfect, but instead you'll be you every corners within the void, every echoes, every decaying reconciles us, enclasps us to who we are. And thank you for reading everytime and not just reading but, feeling itz thanks.

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    2. AnonymousJune 20, 2025 at 2:57 AM

      Thanks, Vansh. That really means a lot.
      You’re right—I won’t be perfect, and that’s okay.
      I’m just learning to exist as I am.
      Appreciate you always reading and feeling it so deeply.

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