The Corruption - Part One

On the cusp of purity sits a child of fading white
Perched at the pinnacle of innocence
She is staring into the mouth of a veiled world,
Unknowingly sinking into corruption.

An ocean of blood, densely scented
A sea of lust, thickly laced pollution,
Crimson skin; an enchanted fruit.

Fallen from the tree of temptation
The white skinned girl drops to her knees,
The fruit is alluring, she craves it as air
And clutches to her chest the heavy beat of her heart.

Pupils dilate as the fruit draws close
Binding the child with scents enthralling;
Lips part to receive corruptions juice
Like the soft comfort of flowing mother's milk.