The Spirits Whisper

Heavy purple plums glisten sumptuously tempting the deep shade inviting yet the viper wavers not... Promise of wisdom her lure she trails the serpents path climbing and winding.. winded His promise her greatest desire figs.. rosy sweetness bursting forth she ignores.. following mindlessly jagged rocks and itching vines surround her.. clinging.. impeding The beast crawls on never looking back trusting that she follows unwavering into temptations snare eyes blinded to all treasures passionate only for knowledge of all evil.. her goodness set aside she stumbles to paradise's heart thunder welcomes her shame thorns climb.. separating sin as mankind finally.. knows all possible Immorality... And the Spirits whisper... You poor unfortunate souls