Eve

She must have been breath-taking...
Nestled comfortably against the cool grass
Somewhere in the Elysian Fields of her Garden;
The wind toying with her chestnut mane,
Her jade eyes, rose petal lips,
Flesh tenderly and shamelessly exposed-
Soft, unaccustomed to the world's evils-
As she lay in fair contentment
Beside a shimmering pool of water,
The sunlight glinting from its surface,
Illuminating almost everything.
But even its light was not enough
For her.

Then It came, with Its honeyed forked tongue,
Bearing a rich, succulant Fruit of dangerous red;
And she succumbed, like all her bloodline thereafter.

She was only a woman, after all;
A creature who, by nature,
Has an insanitable lust for Knowledge and Power-
In order to exploit others, to further herself-
A lust greater even than that of Man.
A creature who, invariably,
Is damned by the same two forces,
Not knowing in her bliss the blessings of ignorance;
And so we are all still falling...
Still waiting to hit rock bottom.