Sin

Gravid with winsome intentions Not realizing how puerile

The deepest of the graves

I watch him as he fell

Deeper into the zones of all he never knew

Gamboling around like children deep within the verdant Stumbling upon the hidden wolves

That was filled with such surly greed

Anxious to share all that they had seen

Poisoned the provenance

Tainted the only the source

A novice to the fight he didn't see coming

Although he stands strong and so well

Within due time only it can tell

How much damage has been done?

How much of his soul corrupt

And to think it could have been inevitable

Had he not been touched

By a lonely enmity, whispering to the wind

By the heavens have seen

He has been let in