The snake weaves it's sin in the undergrowth
as the couple explore their new life
unaware of the evil stalking their souls
bathing in innocence
drinking sweet untainted water
yet to be defiled
naive smiles adorn untroubled faces
they rest beneath the tree
don't look up...
A contest entry
- Before The Apple... by Dalaney.
950 points, ended June 3, 2008, 13 entries
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