A Taste of Magic Steeped in Poison (Poem)

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  A Taste of Magic Steeped in Poison (Poem)
  
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  Prompt: In the world of Fragile Vision, every painting begins not with colour, but with a breath, a quiet fragment of poetry. From that breath, pigment drifts outward, carrying emotions too delicate for speech. Full brilliantly coloured red, green, blue, brown. Artist Jean-Baptiste Monge style. The pale ultra-pale hyper-pale half body portrait, cute Kyoto girl, traditional short mini skirt, in dynamic pose, a print of mathematical equations, astrological signs, glossy spheres of symbols, against a backdrop of drippy fungi mycelium slime mold, splash paint over robes, hieroglyphics symbols, alien calligraphy with Gestural Flourishes, ripples, Skips, Feathering, bleeding from indian ink, sketches of graph & waves, impasto oil painting, dark, abstract, ominous, style of Dave McKean and Stephen Gammell.
  
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A Taste of Magic Steeped in Poison

A chalice glows with borrowed light,
A shimmer born of spell and night;
Its sweetness calls with velvet voice—
A dangerous, irresistible choice.

For magic brewed in secret bowls
Can twist the fate of yearning souls;
One sip may gift a fleeting dream,
The next may end a hopeful scheme.

The scent is warm with promised grace,
Yet shadows curl around its base;
A serpent’s dance in swirling hue,
A warning wrapped in something new.

To taste such power is to fall
Between desire and duty’s call;
A gamble with a gilded cost—
What’s gained is bright, but something’s lost.

Yet hearts still chase the fatal brew,
For wonder tempts the bold and few;
And every miracle we seek
Hides sorrow’s kiss upon our cheek.

So raise the cup with cautious hand,
Know light and dark walk close at hand;
For magic steeped in poison’s art
Can crown a dream—or break a heart.