Its outward form was innocence, temptation was its name. (Form: End Rhyme) |
Seeds of Change In a world of quiet beauty, designed by loving hands, the faerie folk and forms unknown all populate the lands. The majesty and magic were quite obvious to see brought to an end, unknowingly, through curiosity. As twilight changed to eventide, a glow suffused the night within a glade, deep in the woods, designed to lure a sprite. Its outward form was innocence, temptation was its name and the sweetness of its promise flickered like a flame. Bewitched, she held it in her hand. She felt her feelings warm. It called to her with images designed to misinform. It sang to her in wordless songs of untasted pleasure. Within her heart she held the key to unlock the treasure. She sat transfixed and motionless as deep within her grew a need for understanding of these feelings that were new. Temptation held her in its grasp; she could not turn aside. She found the seeds of change from which she could no longer hide. Each bore the name of jealousy, envy, distrust, and greed and they became a part of her so she could spread the seed. The changes were apparent as soon paradise was lost. The poison spread in minutes and we have since borne the cost. That far land and its denizens are now just stories told. We've relegated fairy tales to no more than fool's gold. We've lost the ancient wisdom lived and learned in days of yore while temptation still calls to us to open the next door. Within a glade, deep in the woods, or in a quiet lab ... Notes: A December entry for "Invalid Item" Prompt: Fantasy/Mythology themes. Prompt: Image 1 Form: Quatrains with end rhymes (abcb); Meter: 8/6/8/6. Line Count: 50 Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even encouragement and/or praise - are all equally welcome. Ken |