They were but play things
A saviour pulling strings
A bet among two gents,
One
Tie
Red
Intently with a smile
One
Bowtie
White
Whispering under a breath
Entice
One
Entice
Both
The crow
The snake
Both known what is
At stake
On shoulders perched
Tails of
Peace,
Happiness,
Eternal,
Life in the garden
Where both were creations of life,
But the
Snake
Slippery than the rest
Hypnotic tongue
Talks of pleasures
Not yet seen
Of things yet to pass,
For eve was
Hypnotized
By false words
And she reached for the tree
What the snake had
Whispered
She had taken the bait
Her arms reached up high
For what is the weakness of
Woman,
That could not corrupt
Man,
Shoes as red as blood
Fit for an
Angel
Now corrupted by sin
For the shoes fit perfectly
And then one
Saviour
Grinded
And his tie ignited in flame
He laughed
The garden of heaven
And the bow tie turned
Grey
He did shed tears
That were to be the
Oceans to give life
To the new place of free will,
They longed for home,
The garden never
Hot
Never,
Cold
But sin won that day,
And the red shoes still entices
The ladies of sin today..