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
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