Another short interlude...just because I love to keep you guys hanging!
I don't own SC, I do own the poem Another Drink, so no touchie!
Conium- a genus of two species of perennialherbaceousflowering plants in the family Apiaceae, native to Europe and the Mediterranean region (C. maculatum), and to southern Africa
By far the most familiar species is Conium maculatum (Hemlock or Poison Hemlock), the most common of several species of hemlock noted for their toxicity. It is a herbaceousbiennial plant which grows between 1.5-2.5 m tall, with a smooth green stem, usually spotted or streaked with red or purple on the lower half of the stem. The leaves are finely divided and lacy, overall triangular in shape, up to 50 cm long and 40 cm broad. The flowers are small, white, clustered in umbels up to 10-15 cm across. Conium contains the alkaloidsConiineN-methylconiineconhydrinepseudoconhydrine and g-coniceïne. The most important and toxic of these is Coniine. Coniine is a neurotoxin, which disrupts the workings of the central nervous system and is toxic to people…
The pen was held high above the parchment paper, tapped against the chin of the writer in contemplative thought. Finally, it was scribbled on, some more, and then rolled up. The parchment was tied with a red ribbon, still rolled up into a tube, before the writer took the parchment and placed it behind a removable brick in the wall, along with the rest of rolled up parchments hidden behind that one brick. It was put back into place, and the writer turned back to the desk where they had been working. On the wooden desk was yet another piece of parchment paper, with words written on it. However this one was different.
On this piece of parchment, were written only the words, Chapter Eight – Choices of the Heart. This title was accompanied by a macabre poem that was right at the very beginning of the parchment. Although it may have been short, it was nontheless rather distubing.
Another drink
And the bell tolls one
Another drink
When the day's begun
Another drink
In the afternoon
Another drink
When the day is through
Another drink
When you lay in bed
Another drink
And you're surely dead!