Poision powder,
Hidden suicide,
Stowed safely
Inside a ring.
Hand gestured,
Jerked over
A glass of wine.
Swirling to appreciate
Rich color and boquet;
A toast to the poisioner.
Long draughts,
A shattered glass;
Wine and poision
Mingle on the floor.
Glass shards,
A still-writhing corpse.
'That dear freinds,'
The poisioner announced,
'Is the effect of severe hate,
And a bit of poision.'
A deranged laugh,
Then a gunshot;
No more twitching copse,
No more poisioner...
Two deaths,
All because of hate,
And the taste of....
Poision.
 
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