The Paracelsus Embrace
That the poisoned become the poison
is all too often true,
their embrace pre-laced with toxin
their intention to imbue.
Subversively soft and gentle
oft with wit and guile,
they're the demons of invention
they'll skewer you with a smile.
They are innocent of malice
as they bathe you in their light,
there's salvation in their chalice
and the gift of second sight,
that you might see what they see
enlightened to ensnare,
and take the darker path
to be with them in their lair.
For as dose determines poison
so does moderation cure,
breathe only that which shields you
from their poisonous allure.