An Asp In The Fruit Basket

Inviting, tempting, attractive, alluring,
With death waiting in the wings.
And yet the beauty itself is reassuring,
But deep down inside, death does sing.

Hiding down deep amidst the fruit,
Waiting to envenomate your soul.
Beauty can hide evil, down to the root,
And leave you empty lost and cold.

Beauty can hide what lies beneath,
A fake facade nothing reveals.
But poisoned fangs with venom seethe,
Playing the death card in the deal.

An asp in the fruit basket, lies in wait,
Be quick with an extremity.
Neath that piece of fruit lies your fate,
Leave the apple, better to flee.

9/3/11 Alton Texas