My apple is sweet
And refreshes my tongue;
I can shelter beneath
The bough on which she hung.
But her heavenly taste
Turns to mildew and rot
At the bite of the worm:
What was sanct becomes not.

So Eve murdered the snake
As it throttled the tree:
Put a sword through its eye
All the better to see.
But its lies became truths
And her crime writ in stone
In the minds of the beasts;
Now she wanders alone.

As it slaughters its flock
For control of its caves
It claims crocodile tears
Fooling fool-loving slaves.
Though it boasts of the wounds
It sustained in the fight
As it gloats on its hoard –
The dragon slew the knight.