Like a barren tree
She stood
In the midst of the forest green
A thousand fallen leaves
Adorned the misty fields
Shattered like an empty dream
Each leaf crumbled
And dissolved
The fruits she yielded
Were ripped from every limb
For there upon its branches sat
The serpent that entwined with
Her existence
He tempts her
With decaying fruit
She stands in the midst of the forest green
To her the fruit
Seems ripe and ready to be eaten
The Earth was shaken
By a mighty roar
Rebuking her
For an action ill-advised
The serpent then
Sat back
Admiring the evil that had spawned
Between the woman and himself
