Deadly Nightshade

Lurching over your grave,
I hang like rotten bodies on trees,
mystical deep purple in colour,
I shudder in the cool midnight breeze

Hanging from wired thick black twig,
My velvet purple petalled cloak,
Eat me your stomach will tangle,
Without fail il turn you pale and choke,

My black round cherry like fruit,
so fatal, toxic so  fictitious,
so overwhelming with beauty,
so full of deceit i am extremely malicious,

I am the deadly purple nightshade,
so gothic, creepy but so full of delight,
i drift through the breeze so dainty and quaint,
My colour, malevolent ways, best shown in night.