But the apple crumbles to dust
And I find its fruit already being savored
In the yawning belly of an Ancient Wyrm.

“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”
So they say, but what they really mean is death.
Haven’t we been told this before?

I think it was an Ancient Breath
That told us all we wanted to hear, and more,
In a Garden, where an apple seemed too small a thing to harm,

When Knowledge seemed contained in a single bite,
When Innocence was lost in the Dawn of Life.