The cursed clover
Lies undisturbed,
In an invisible prison

Deep embedded
In the sulfuric realms of hell
It cries for deliverance

It stands out
Blocking the weak moon
With its black tears
Left a black barren glebe

You, credulously
Unknowingly picked it
Its thorns sink deep
Into your bare hands

Mesmerized, hexed
Pain, you do not feel
Poison, you drink ecstatically
Happiness, an illusion weaved

Moonlight caress your skin
Like Icarus you’ll fly
Like Daedalus you’ll live
Foolishness, a wasted luxury

Entwining itself
Tight around your wrists
It seeps into you
Sleeps deep in you

The stars darkened
Shunned you, despised you
Black spot on the moon
That’s your soul there

Indulge in it, asininely
Blood of Hestia flows
Keys of Heaven snaps
Love is a detrimental thing