Partaking of that fabled fruit.

Partaking of
That fabled fruit.
+++++++++++++++

The bad angel
sitting on my left
shoulder screams:

"Abandon faith ye
who enter."

It's voice is
ResTless in my
Dreams.

(Till all things
Good go
Unremembered.)

I've partaken of
A
Most deceptive
Fruit;

it's juice is acid
on
My chin.

The serpent said
it's flesh revealed
The Truth!

(But surely Lord
The
Truth tastes not
Like sin.)

J.s.h.