||[Jan. 8th, 2005|09:14 am]
Forbidden wisdom tasted sweet to you,
And you drank deep, though ever choking hard.
And even as you mewled for more, you knew
I fed you poison, gave you knowledge marred
By all the world's brute hatred; hatred, too,
For all the world. And still you drank, my heir.
And still you stood, my love, e'en as I slew
Your innocence. My child, how can you bear
To love the one who, himself damned, damned you?
Who led you to a cliff and bid you leap?
With just his arms to break your fall, you flew;
So quick could you be couched in waters deep.
Those lips were yours, but still the cup was mine.
My will it was, but still the cost is thine.