Pastures of tender sage solace my satisfaction, 

with saccharine scents and sights floating by.

A cloak of golden sunlight encases the Elysian Fields 

with satin drapes, draping at its sides.

Savoring a silver spoon, I stroll through the serenity 

   which I have so earningly worked for.

Through the euphoric meadows, Gluttony wails like Momus, 

grumbling and mumbling 

So in a lure I drag my arms to reach 

   for something that has caught my eye.

A pristine tree with leaves of jade, 

  and a fruit that seems to persuade.

Glassy eyes are startled by a raven 

croaking and quothing “Nevermore,”
Lecturing me with arrogant revelation, 

I feel an ocean of rumbling 

Fumbling over my words,

   I start stumbling till I have nothing to speak for.

With slitted eyes, her sinful steps slither through the pathway,

Like a witch she tempts me in a sleigh, 

again whining and wailing for me to stay

Never knowing that the sphinx threatened me with a riddle of dismay

A riddle which I had been blinded by Cupid, 

his arrow subduing a decision of outweigh.

To her await, my eyes whip and catch a frame of a scarlet streak 

stiffly gracing before my feet, 

   But my mouth doesn’t feel dry? 

   It’s tart and tinted with cloyed dye.

Oh what a blunder I have made, 

walking through the false pastures of jade!