The Poison Apple
Walk away, do not eat it, or it shall be your last meal ever
The Poison Apple
Upon the tree so gnarled and bare,
A single apple lingered there.
Its skin so red, its shine so bright,
Yet something was just, “Not quite right.”
The forest hummed, a warning low,
A tale of sorrow long ago.
Of hands that reached, of lips that bit,
And hearts that blackened bit by bit.
Temptation calls with sweetest cry,
But truths are hidden, masked by lies.
A taste so sweet, a charm so sly,
Then shadows creep, and spirits die.
The poison apple waits, it seems,
To shatter trust and scatter dreams.
Beware its lure, its polished skin,
the darkness hides where light begins.
So walk away, resist its spell,
And leave the cursed fruit to dwell.
For beauty fades, and danger lies
In tempting things that tantalise.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Ah but sometimes it's so difficult to resist hehehe. Loved your poem!