Paradise Lost
I have been humbled, they had thought.
Exile would be painful, they had wroth.
The forest would swallow me, they had spoke.
To sunshine and sparrows, they had woke.
Though at night, no one knew, that hemlock
And nightbane had replaced their soup
They had not changed, you see.
They had let their sheep roam free.
And one by one, the flock fell
Down through the ravine, straight to hell.
Copyright © Bommi Shivani | Year Posted 2024
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