Eat from the hand of Woman
The Wise
The Tempting
The centuries of castigation—
Defeat rose up from a beautiful gloom
It twisted itself around a tree
Like a love around a love
It so loved mankind it fastened
Its fangs onto his neck
And it k**ed him with its poison
He sank into the earth
No ghost to haunt the wicked
Nor to enlighten the strong
The beautiful gulf fades away
It leaves a bounty untouched
A treasure box of Pure