Best mushroom poetry yet.

A talented friend created a poem to go with the bitter mushroom story.

"Le Beau Champignon Sans Merci"

Oh what can ail thee, wanderer,
Alone on misty forest-heath?
The leaves are fallen in the cold,
A darkling wreath.

Oh what can ail thee, wanderer,
What mourning does your soul embrace?
Your ally looks to you in woe,
A piteous face.

I found a mushroom in the wood,
Full beautiful, of palest gold,
A netted stalk, a velvet cup --
My Grail of old.

Yet bitterness is brought to me,
Though promising a world of good;
Cruelty only shall it be,
In this new wood.

And this is why I wander here,
Alone on misty forest-heath,
Though leaves are fallen in the cold,
Treachery beneath.