On the fly agaric

A violet streak of fungal worth
Sprung forth no less from planet Earth
From a darkly wood where leaf mould warm
Sprung with a magical sponge to form
A home of home for the delightful fey
Who never ever moved away
Tiny bodies and wondrous wings
Pretty faces it all brings
Into a perspective a savage breast
An envelopment a softer nest
Out of little much erupts
A pale pink body that corrupts
The mental state of one such as I
It’s motive
a soporific fly

Agaric, tissue related silence
Embracing wizardry it’s been said
The odd fox sniffs and feels
A crimson
soul, who simply leaves his bed
To venture forth through bracken lacking
Textured violence venom spewed
To where that energy was evident
A soup of sorts a weeping tree line
Glade after glade an impish soul
Sits and contemplates it’s navel
In what is
it’s rival role