She was the beauty in scarlet hair
Dust of roses blushed her cheek
Juice of pomegranate watered her lips
Emerald eyes made him weak

His heart was smitten with desire
Lusty grapes crowned his thirst
Fiery glow filled his chamber
She loved til’ virtue burst

Devoured by the soil of profanity
Luster of pearls and mind was drained
Waves of fire cursed the end
Serpent in disguise and spirit gained

(Från 2012)


©Varja Linnea Askeland