A purple moon shone once upon a dismal day in a life of Cain’s dissaray.
A smirk once shed a smile on her eye’s that shone only a viloent lust that did thrust,
and yes she did trust, only to know.
If she did do,
kept her vengeance in sight,
not just that love of eden,
would and should have been hers,
She will need to wrestle all of,
and none of.
Only to see,
that this one,
came for her and her only.