Poisoned Core

Poisoned Core

By Arya Meshram

The Apple is rotten to the core, 

Snow white's story foretold, 

Amidst the fog created by the crimson-red

The body lay under the starry nights 

While her coffee eyes lose life 

By the ticking time, 

Now resembling the lifeless core 

Of the apple itself, 

Half-dead, absence of life 

It sings a song 

Tempting with promise, 

Playing two truths one lie, 

Cloaked in bloodthirsty desire, 

Something that looks so sweet 

—is the true destroyer of Eden 

Crimson Inferno lies in plain sight 

Consuming beauty in the darkest night