The Conquest

I sat amongst fruit which poisoned from within smelt of a past longing for hope,
With one bite a spread of fire warms the belly,
And soon your desirous of finding a way amongst the woods that birth such fruit, is only a matter of time.

It is our nature to follow what may be our undoing, but it is also our beauty to conquer it.



© 2010 Crystalina A. Scales