Cedar Rose - with Everavalon

Cedar rose, the hint of cyanide on the nose
sweet the scent of the palate's bouquet
garnered by the quill's cuisine
In poetic seduction of the pale blush
‘twixt the dooryard of your bloom  
getting witchy staying under your nose

Poison salivating from my husk
In the faint of dire
To inhale its disarray—
and confine me beneath the shaft
‘neath the drone of a withered seed
From the absent pose of the cedar rose