Seeds of Change

Seeds of Change


In a world of quiet beauty,
designed by loving hands,
the faerie folk and forms unknown
all populate the lands.

The majesty and magic were
quite obvious to see
brought to an end, unknowingly,
through curiosity.

As twilight changed to eventide,
a glow suffused the night
within a glade, deep in the woods,
designed to lure a sprite.

Its outward form was innocence,
temptation was its name
and the sweetness of its promise
flickered like a flame.

Bewitched, she held it in her hand.
She felt her feelings warm.
It called to her with images
designed to misinform.

It sang to her in wordless songs
of untasted pleasure.
Within her heart she held the key
to unlock the treasure.

She sat transfixed and motionless
as deep within her grew
a need for understanding of
these feelings that were new.

Temptation held her in its grasp;
she could not turn aside.
She found the seeds of change from which
she could no longer hide.

Each bore the name of jealousy,
envy, distrust, and greed
and they became a part of her
so she could spread the seed.

The changes were apparent as
soon paradise was lost.
The poison spread in minutes and
we have since borne the cost.

That far land and its denizens
are now just stories told.
We've relegated fairy tales
to no more than fool's gold.

We've lost the ancient wisdom lived
and learned in days of yore
while temptation still calls to us
to open the next door.

Within a glade, deep in the woods,
or in a quiet lab ...

Notes:
A December entry for "Invalid Item" 
Prompt: Fantasy/Mythology themes. Prompt: Image 1
Form: Quatrains with end rhymes (abcb); Meter: 8/6/8/6.
Line Count: 50

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Ken