Mistletoe

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Try to find mistletoe

Not for kissing but

To take it in oath

Such plants are ever reluctant and

Bring down the gods.

Twilight plant

Unwilling and dour

But ever sealing our fate.

The Norns rub their cold hands

And smile as the pale berries

Drop poison into

Bleeding hearts

From London Verses

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