The Fall

The fall was not sudden

When she first saw the hole.

Her ruin was not written,

Her story not yet told.

Her heart was not broken

Neither was it whole.

Her faith had been shaken,

And the devil took hold.

When steps are first taken

When the truth grows old,

Lies are then spoken.

Straw spun into gold.

She held out her hand

Sought shelter from the cold.

She tasted the sweet promises,

And tainted her soul.

The fall was not sudden

When she first went below.

But the devil was waiting

To carry her home.

Written by: Summer Dulinsky

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