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Megan Rung Poem
Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple,
Give yourself over to Her night.
Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of intoxication, Ease the
Passage of the soul.
Divale, Prima Ballerina of the Ballet,
Dance of La Belle Mort, Beautiful Woman,
Hers is the tango of death.
Lethal flower, make the voice rise high,
Fatal Soprano, yours is the power behind his throne,
Saccharine song of bells in your wake.
Belladonna, lustful and lusted for,
Your ambrosia is not of life,
But the kiss of death.
Copyright © Megan Rung | Year Posted 2006
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Megan Rung Poem
I am Eve,
It is I who held fate in my hand.
My hand. Not Adam’s. For once in this damnable garden,
This garden of lies,
I held the choice, I had the power to decide.
The snake, that seductive snake,
Lustful, beautiful, powerful, everything which I was not allowed to be,
He held it out to me, offered me my destiny.
And I took it, and I took it with no remorse,
I do not regret.
Yahweh decided that it was I who cursed my daughters,
When the fault lies with Adam.
Within his viscous “manhood” he cursed my daughters,
Cursed us with the pain of his penetration,
with his violent lust.
Blames us for lusting after us,
For his inability to control his urges. For was he not created,
In God’s image? Well then my daughters, you see the truth is here, plain for all to
see,
Even your God could not control himself. They tell you Lucifer himself,
Gave me the apple.
Oh yes, the snake, the devil himself was there,
But behind him lay a greater serpent,
For who created Lucifer? The fallen angel?
The original Sin.
Yes, dear daughters, not lovely Sophia, but Yahweh.
So it is I, and you, who are cursed with his original sin.
For he raped you of your innocence,
Even before your birth,
For your brothers are held faultless, but not you my sweet,
No, you will always be to blame.
I am Eve.
You are my daughters, you lustful snakes,
But not anymore, no, because now you know,
The Truth, and as they say,
The truth shall set you free.
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Megan Rung Poem
'Sister', she beckoned to me,
Haunted night and day
By my destiny.
'Take it', he breathlessly whispered in my mind.
Two unlikely allies,
Lovely Sophia and Fallen Lucifer,
To bring woman to her fate,
To wisdom, free will and knowledge.
Lustrous,
In the garish sun,
Adorning the Tree of Knowledge,
A brilliant ornament waiting to be plucked.
The snake, abruptly pushed aside,
And I looked upon Adam's god,
And in his face I saw my fate,
So the apple I took.
I decided my fate.
Copyright © Megan Rung | Year Posted 2006
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