Eve

The serpent whispered that the tree of knowledge would confer

Godliness upon them both, knowing good and evil. 

She tasted of the fruit, and then self-consciousness came to her,

And she glanced around the garden as her heart thumped with upheaval. 

Grasping that she was naked, which felt both good and bad,

She made a garment out of leaves, but still felt poorly clad,

Then she gazed upon the serpent and asked: are you the devil?

He hissed: I’m just a messenger, telling it on the level. 

Welcome to your future, leave the animals behind. 

Accept that you must now live with the burden of your mind. 

It will weigh on you at times, but it’s a gift that keeps on giving,

And all of your descendants, for their untold years of living,

Will second guess themselves at times, and ask: did I do right?

And ponder moral quandaries deep into the night.