Monday, July 14, 2014
Eve’s, Eldritch Opus
(Two Sonnets plus)
Now here live the legends of Eve and death.
Where toads and owls have found a place to live.
And Adam, a monument to man’s demise;
Here no man walks with pride.
Love denied her that thing it so desired.
Without warning the gulf got narrower!
And from her lips, apple-juice dripped, dark.
For the moment, mindful pride shattered.
She was after all, mere clay, subject to stay:
He was man, all man, just man and then some.
She was all woman, and unlike any soul.
Now she had on her lips, an apple cold stain.
Then she realized the significance…
He had trembled, at the thought of her nerve:
Now a vassal: of flesh, bone and soul, for Satan!
He paused from his work, looked up at her mane.
His arms flushed out to her, to her parse.
She had indeed, brought heaven down to gaze.
At the sound of her voice, love struck a blow—
Or better, like a bell, struck deep from Hell.
Dethroned by the netherworld; a hard blow.
In his whirling brain, he loved hopelessly:
In that moment of madness why did he?
It was a way he could express his love!
The lofty emotion he had felt for her.
It was a love that comes to all lovers…!
It came to him, in a whirlwind of fire.
For he had never been in love before.
His eyes like the sun, transfigured his face.
His nakedness penetrated his brain.
He remembered God had called him out,
Wondered where he had gotten that apple.
End to: Eve’s, Eldritch Opus