The unfiltered wine
Touched the lips
The fall of a Baselius
A Macedonian ‘Great’
The undefeated Philip’s heir,
Bowed in front of death
The civilsed world lost its hegemon
Though it wasn’t a natural rest.
For Murdered was he, say many
They say, I aided in the deed
It was a conspiracy, they said,
A warning, he didn’t heed.
I’m but falsely accused,
Of a crime I didn’t commit
They tagged with a ‘FALSE’ name
As if being Helleborine, was my aim
Linked to dVerse. Björn is hosting. The prompt requires using a poisonous plant. I as you may (or may not) have guessed chose, False Helleborine.