"If thou shall ever forsake thine

Allegiance to The Divine,

Thence worshipped in the name of thee

Shall be mankind's sweet misery."

Mystic blue like a mermaid's eye,

A drop of pearl carved out of sky,

The last globule from the apple

That charmed Eve's red lips in their tale.

In the gates of time, crack of dawn,

Escapes through fate's lips like a yawn,

And ends up in a silver cup,

The unholy christened it love.

Searching for a hostess to yield

And tear and break to its sweet will,

It fills up pages of novels,

Disguised as tempting fairytales.

Thousands die for it every day,

In quest of conquering its ray,

But its eyes are transfixed on the

Innocent damsel, sweet Amara.

Whispered promises of knowledge

Torn from Devil's torturous rage,

Omnipotence, omnipresence,

All it needs is her sweet essence.

Delivered through kiss by a beast

That held her strings in its firm fist,

The last globule from the apple

On the bleak day when mankind fell

Touches her lips, swims down her throat,

Burns her with the venom she loathes,

Scorches her stomach, her entrails-

She whispers to Heaven, "I failed."

The answer echoes through thunder,

The worthy price of her blunder,

"If thou shall ever forsake thine

Allegiance to The Divine,

Thence worshipped in the name of thee

Shall be mankind's sweet misery."