Fallen

What smart decay! Let's go at last, Meats and cherries for the lord. Trembling, she departs the table, Striding across the glorious field— Somewhere, the water shines, Heavenly at last. She glides, carrying a nosegay of lush, verdant orbs, Their scent mingling with earth's damp breath, Across the field to the serpent and the lord. Awakened without sin, she remembers her time, Now vexed by nothing, with a serene smile; Innocence—gone and dead forever, Destroyed by the lord and his serpent. Triumph and misery walk hand in hand; The lord is pleased, the serpent cross, Suffering sprawls on the warm green field— Fine peacocks parade, their feathers a spectral dance. Her nerve freezes at the sight of stark suffering, She stumbles—the grapes fall, a cascade of lost grace. In their crush, a truth revealed, The price of wisdom paid in full.