I DREAMED OF APPLES

  I Dreamed of Apples

I dreamed of apples

On a tree of thorns

Saw dying things

Yet to be born

Black winding ribbons

That held me fast

And locked me in

The siren's grasp.

It was a nightmare

I know that now

But I kept dreaming

It anyhow

I couldn't stop

I couldn't flee

For her desire

Was taunting me.

Her strange black eyes

They saw my soul

They turned to liquid

My heart of gold

Her slender fingers

Reached out to me

And showed me pleasures

I could not see.

I felt the danger

But sought the harm

As she enfolded 

Me in her arms

Her pale face shone

There in the light

That turned to dusk

And then to night.

And though she held me

And kissed my lips

I felt my feet

Begin to slip

And I looked down

And the shore was gone

My feet were flailing

On a sea of bones.

The horror of it

I could not bear

I reached to grab

Her raven hair

She laughed and caught

Me as I fell

As Heaven fled   

Replaced by Hell.

Her long black hair

To snakes, it turned

She touched my skin

Oh, how it burned

Her lover's eyes

Had pulled me in

Now an abyss

Of shame and sin.

"You want my apples?"

She smiled to lure

"Sad little man

So weak and pure

Then take a bite!"

And to my mouth

She crushed the apple

And killed my doubt.

The fruit was poison

But tasted sweet

Juice red as blood

Full of deceit

My belly burning

Soul ripped in two

No longer knowing

The lie from true.

And from my mouth

She kissed the juice

And from my heart

She ripped the truth

In love, I fell

There in her glance

Twirled in her arms

Died in her dance.

All night we sang

Enchanted songs

And night went running

In fear of dawn

And oh, I loved her

As I'd never loved

Unfathomed passion

Till  the morn rose up.

As the sun pulled back

The shades of night

My eyes flew open

To adore her sight

But there before me

Horror untold

A creature lay

Reptilian, old.

I threw back my head

And began to scream

Praying, "God, please wake

Me from this dream!"

But the creature grasped

Me to it's breast

And plunged a blade

Into my chest.

"You little man."

She hissed at me

And hung me on

The briar tree

"What good are you?"

She said in scorn

And changed back to

Her lovely form.

And flew away

And left me hang

With the poison apples

As her laughter rang

Then I awakened

To my great relief

Prayed for forgiveness

And my unbelief.

I lay and cried

Till my tears ran out

Pondered the dream

What it was about

Then I smiled as joy

Swept me like a flood

Till I saw I lay

In a bed of blood.

  ©by Voo

  image ©by InertiaK

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  BOUND BY TEMPTATION

June 29, 10

7:13 p.m.

I Get Weak by Amos Lee

This poem won an award once as Best Horror Poem