A shadowed love-mystery of brooding opium poppies, dark velvet rosewood, poetry stained with blackberry wine, ghostly white santal, midnight-black ebony.

"At night in the garden of poppies,
Her lips crushing the bloom
From the fairest flower there.
Love drunk with the wine
She has drawn from the poppy’s heart:
Love with death at her breasts.

Love at the end of night
Shaded by drooping poppies;
Love with scattered hair
And strange stains on her lips.
Love with death at her breasts." - Elsa Gidlow

Art: "Death the Bride," Thomas Cooper Gotch, 1895