Oct 24, 2007 11:52
It started wild, like a forest fire,
uncontainable, unstoppable.
It was forbidden
like the apple tree
of the forgotten paradise.
She was a tease,
a descendant of Eve.
He was a fool,
a son of Adam.
They were sinners,
laughing at the Virgin
mocking her ways.
They were lovers
hiding in desires
finding something else.
They were convicts
prisoned by lies
freed by Fate.
She was a victim
not of his cruelty
but of self-conjured
monsters and imagined ghosts ...
(to be continued)