Paradise Unlost (part the first) (Day 20)

Of Woman’s last obedience, and the root
Of that obligatory vine whose vital touch
Brought life from paradise, and all our joy,
And gained the garden, till one lesser beast
Destroy us, and lose the uneasy stand,
Whisper, Hell’s poet.

 

Notes: we were challenged to write an ‘opposite day’ poem. This fragment may be expanded at some point…

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