The Sweetest Eve

Lightning struck
a sugary apple tree
on a snowy mountain.
The hungry flames raged
as they sought to be fulfilled,
trees went ablaze.

The snow kept returning, kept falling,
in the ebb and flow of the rising flames
and the falling snow
your image appeared.

You are the mistress of the elements.
You are the embodiment of love.
Your touch brings life . . . .

A half eaten apple lays at your feet
with our bite marks on it.

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