Say my name once, all fun and games. Say it twice, fear runs through your veins. A third time, we will meet inside of a frame.

From Caledonia to the Emerald Isle, my home is a hot debate. A sip to your health or to warm your heart, but take care to not tempt fate.

I exist as a song and a plant, but I am not just something pretty but a snack too. You might find me in a Vincent Van Gogh painting.

Wrapped tight in ancient threads, preserved in time, long dead. Stirring slow with silent feet, on Halloween night, I creep and greet. What monster am I, bound so tight, a spooky figure in the night?

Born of pride, fed by fear. I end all songs when I draw near, I leave behind both ash and tear.