"Untitled"

Oh Lord, I must tell you of a man I met.
He came to me in my dreams, and he is so kind,
and I am asking only that You bring him into your kind favor.
He is generous and caring, but in one eye, he is blind.

Oh Lord, last night, he took me to the most wonderful place.
Birds were singing, and honey flowed in the creeks and streams.
It was such Heaven there,
even the flowers seemed to be made of moon beams.

Oh Lord, he showed me the most beautiful tree.
There were delicate apples upon it, and the branches were gold.
He said they tasted as perfect as they looked,
so I took a bite, and it was Heaven, or so she was told.

If only the poor girl could realize all the lies she was told.
For the birds were hidden demons, the honey, a poison of no end.
And if only the poor girl knew,
that the Devil, not a man, beckoned to her, and would be HER end.