Hexenstahl
Bluelighter
I would like to share a poem with you guys that I wrote a while ago and originally shared on reddit. It is an ode to my great love, the opioid substance class, but I have chosen Opium for this poem because of the romanticism that is so deeply connected to the great mother of all opioids. Enjoy the read 

:heart8: The Dark Mistress :heart8:
Glorious thou standest, raised up high in the sky,
for you have been created by the one eye.
Round and full is thine head,
reminiscent of a woman's nurturing chest.
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:heart8:
Although thou wearest a crown, a symbol of your divinity,
thou art as humble as your father infinity.
Opium, the lifeblood flowing through Lady Poppy's veins,
taking away our burdens and pains.
:heart8:
:heart8:
Oh dark and dangerous mistress,
the vapor of thy black milk giveth us the bliss for us to witness.
Body, mind and soul melting into a blissful whole.
Enveloping me with the warm, rose colored cloud that you are,
elevating my soul to a world of love and peace quite far.
Neither asleep nor awake, in this state of liminality,
romantic dreams of the most sensual nature pierce the veil of reality.
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:heart8:
Oh sweet Opium, daughter of the baneful star,
putting adamantine chains on those who have fallen in love with thy comforting charm.
Woe betide to him who intends to leave you, for thou do not tolerate divorce,
and punish torturously his body, mind and spirit taking seven days in course.
Thy beautiful angelic face now shifting into a dreadful, demonic demeanor,
haunting your illoyal lover with excrutiating pains becoming deeper and deeper.
:heart8:
:heart8:
From the ecstatic heights of the golden age,
you have plunged him into the dark abyss of the iron age.
But no matter her cruelty, she forgives every time you go back into her embrace,
for she is Lady Opium, giving love to us in her devilish ways.
Glorious thou standest, raised up high in the sky,
for you have been created by the one eye.
Round and full is thine head,
reminiscent of a woman's nurturing chest.
:heart8:
:heart8:
Although thou wearest a crown, a symbol of your divinity,
thou art as humble as your father infinity.
Opium, the lifeblood flowing through Lady Poppy's veins,
taking away our burdens and pains.
:heart8:
:heart8:
Oh dark and dangerous mistress,
the vapor of thy black milk giveth us the bliss for us to witness.
Body, mind and soul melting into a blissful whole.
Enveloping me with the warm, rose colored cloud that you are,
elevating my soul to a world of love and peace quite far.
Neither asleep nor awake, in this state of liminality,
romantic dreams of the most sensual nature pierce the veil of reality.
:heart8:
:heart8:
Oh sweet Opium, daughter of the baneful star,
putting adamantine chains on those who have fallen in love with thy comforting charm.
Woe betide to him who intends to leave you, for thou do not tolerate divorce,
and punish torturously his body, mind and spirit taking seven days in course.
Thy beautiful angelic face now shifting into a dreadful, demonic demeanor,
haunting your illoyal lover with excrutiating pains becoming deeper and deeper.
:heart8:
:heart8:
From the ecstatic heights of the golden age,
you have plunged him into the dark abyss of the iron age.
But no matter her cruelty, she forgives every time you go back into her embrace,
for she is Lady Opium, giving love to us in her devilish ways.
