Monkshood

I wait next to Cerberus,
watch his mouth froth
rise up to the earth.
The hunters are baiting the wolves,
the armies poisoning the wells
with it, while I wait
at the gates of Hades

for Romeo to swallow it—
descend and save the one
he's not yet met,
the one whom he cannot live

without.
Sick romantic, in death
I am always lovely.
So I wait for him

to join me. Bind me
to his passion story.
It is and forever was my great wish
for I have waited All Time
next to Cerberus.