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Image Credits: Willow Manor

She was pretty as can be
With soul sweet as cake
But she loved to be free
And rules she had to break

She was asked not to touch
The tree that bore the fruit
But her heart was racing much
And longed to grab this loot

She gaily walked and picked
This sumptuous mass of red
Her smiling lips she licked
Feeling contented and fed

But the deed now was done
The can of worms unleashed
And although she had fun
For this, she had not wished

Haven, it was no more
Instead, a world of dread
Greed seeded in the core
Wrapped in green hatred

This apple, so disarming
Who knew it was just bait
Alluring and charming
That it held a whole new fate

** Posted for this week’s Magpie Tales, hosted by Willow Manor… Please do check out the other amazing creative takes on this prompt as well… **

***A very interesting fact about this poem (that I JUST discovered, by chance): The text file I saved this poem as, happens to be EXACTLY 666 bytes! πŸ™‚ Now, is it ODDLY EVIL or what!!! ***

~~~Oh…and, this might be “THE” first story, but it’s my 150th post!! Yaaayyy!! Thank you everyone, for being so patient with me all this while… I will return this favor with more posts! πŸ˜‰ ~~~