The Fall to Ruin

In Eden's heart, where light once lay,

A serpent coiled in shadowed sway.

Its voice, a whisper, soft and sweet,

Called hearts astray with guileful heat.

Beneath the boughs where knowledge grew,

The seeds of doom were sown anew.

The apple gleamed, a ruby prize,

A tempest bound in thin disguise.

Its fragrance lured, its taste beguiled,

The hearts of man and earth defiled.

In one bite’s bliss, the curse began,

A fragile world undone by man.

The serpent grinned, its task complete,

A broken Eden at its feet.

The gates were barred, the angels wept,

While innocence in shadows crept.

The stars above grew dim with pain,

Their light a memory of the slain.

The seeds of greed and wrath took root,

The serpent’s whisper bore its fruit.

Through endless wars and bloodied lands,

Man hewed his fate with trembling hands.

Each choice, a step toward the flame,

Each act, a stone on paths of blame.

The skies grew dark, the oceans roared,

The winds of wrath and ruin soared.

The earth, a battlefield of woe,

Where seeds of sin began to grow.

The apple’s bite, a tolling knell,

The serpent laughed as kingdoms fell.

And in the ash of broken time,

The echoes rang of Eden’s crime.

A world consumed by fiery night,

Where darkness thrived in absent light.

Yet still the serpent’s voice was heard,

Its lies a chant, its truth deferred.

Now Eden sleeps, its gates unseen,

A dream of what might once have been.

The serpent coils, its work complete,

Its victims lost in their defeat.

The apple’s curse, a tale of woe,

A world undone, with none to sow.