A serpent calling Eden home,
Her gaze a fire, her soul made of stone
In the temple of shadows, she was queen,
Betrayer of faith, betrayer of love, serene.

The sweet fruit she offered, ripe with a curse,
Men fell to her feet like they fell in Rome.
But no god or human could claim her soul,
Heaven burned where her name was known.

She crowned herself with a halo of lies,
Her whispers salvation, the poison's disguise
In the Garden of Eden she was not Eve,
Breaker of promises, breaker of chains, finally free.