• "Just one bite," the maiden whispers, crimson lips speaking poison into the night.
    Long black nails, glowing ivory skin, apple fruit held tight
    In the palm of her hand, heart beating fast; temptation
    Borne of the devil’s creation.
    Breath of desire escapes from between your lips,
    Oh her perfect eyes, smooth lies, and slender hips!
    You reach eagerly for her bag of poisonous tricks.
    "Just one bite," she whispers again, as the forbidden fruit draws near.
    A crunch in your teeth, then the verdict is clear.
    As you fall silently into her deceiving arms, death seeping from your skin,
    She kisses your neck, with a maniacal laugh and a sinister grin.