A poem:Nature is quite beautiful,An angel of healing, Yet there live amidst itDevils of killingSome grow in the open,Some grow in stealthEat any by chance,Be besieged by deathA plant vespertineA true beauty indeed!A fruit thorny and green,Behold, the jimsonweed!The mad apple, it's called;A truly beautiful sightOne among the Moon flowers,As blooms bright in the nightAn eye …
The Forgers of Fantasy 