Eve

[aeglyn]

Eve

What sweet sentiments
Slithers hence?
Beguiling the Eve
Of mankind’s birth 
The apple’s eye
Partakes of wisdom’s ire
And death stalks
The garden lost

So dust to dust
A life forfeit
For knowledge gained 
And naivety maimed
Redeemed in time
By meridian’s mandate
To slay the innocent
Virtue of love and grace

Peace, be unto you
My brothers all
For we shall see anon
With clearer eyes
And wiser hearts
Our Mother’s choice
Through ancient days
In godly walk.

Aeglyn August 2017