Throughout the burnt pages of history
Rests an ancient tale of love and treason
The props a green apple and a wooden horse;
The smouldering ashes of an unlearned lesson
From behind a gravely barricaded city wall
A displaced soldier, he watched it all unfold:
How she undressed her honey-wrapped lies,
Seduced a guard, stormed in; the story told
Scorched, she kissed her lawful p.o.w.
Fondling the wound that hurt him most:
To trade in a life of sin for a dressing
Soaked in the scent of this new host
As he descended into shadowy worlds
She ached to hear his unheeded call -
Forced him to rise and speak: my love,
It was but our fall that said it all
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