What once was ripe
What once was nice
What once was right
Turned so wrong
Then on the tree
Fruit grew heavy
Taste so sweetly
I didn’t know
Hidden within
Flesh was rotten
Poisoned with sin
To steal my soul
Her soft hands picked
Her forked tongue licked
Then handed it
My open heart
The spell began
Turned the mind mad
Withered a man
A pile of dust
The Sureshot 
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Loving how the story in this poem slowly develops through imagery!
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