Deadly

"Look like the innocent flower,/

But be the serpent under it." (Shakespeare 1:5)

A fool made death,

The serpent meant as fear.

For the innocent flower

Full of beauty

The serpent may hide

No one was to know

Though curiosity did strike

To death row it might go

Furiously and wildly

Created with no thought

Whom does it want to kill

That made it full of worth?

To know not what thou means

Twas to be known in fear

Saved the man that was slain

Slay that who was wrongly mistaken

In the end all who were wrong will die.