The Apple Tree

By day and night
Upon her he called
Said he had eyes for no other
Twas only she that filled his sight
And begged to be her lover

Poor, Adele, blushed with each word
He made her heart enthralled
The thought of life filled her soul
As slowly desire cankered
And gave the boy his goal

Fair Adalee saw his plot
Heard as he nightly called
Begged for her sister to see the truth
To not allow her fancies to be caught
And throw away her youth

“Adalee,” young Adele said,
“you needn’t be appalled,
He loves me like Adam loved Eve”
But still Adalee pled
But no evil from him could Adele conceive

Then one still night
Out the window she crawled
Slid down the blooming apple tree
Rushed off in the twilight
And gave to him her body

She reappeared at dawn
Her virtue departed and bald
Climb back up with smirk and smile
Let out a little yawn
And waited for night at its wiles

Adalee could see the deed that was done
That virtue had been mauled
But loved her sister none-the-less
Invited her to their dear garden
Adele followed—waited for night’s redress

Then when the moon shone
The handsome voice was un-called
Silence seen outside the window
Pressed against it alone
Adele sat until the morning cockcrow

Day after day Adele searched for Matt
Days of lust recalled
Her heart and purity all but gone
She never moved but quietly sat
Shedding a tear for every dawn

Adalee saw her pain
Saw the heart of her sister galled
Left the house with a fury
Determined to find a man with a healing name
And went on her way in a hurry

She wore a beautiful dress
And passed Matt’s window as she trod
He looked and loved her instantly
Longed her skin to caress
And she looked back apathetically

He knelt at her feet pleading
Hoping she would not see he was flawed
She smiled at him and ignored his hand
Turned from him unheeding
While grasping all his heart’s desperate strands

“You are nothing,” Adalee laughed,
“The road of worthless sin you trod
My pure heart could never love you”
The rejection left him bereft
And he hung himself from an aspen log

Adalee continued on her search for a man
The Prince of Peace he was called
Brought him home to give Adele love
“Heal her broken heart if you can,”
Adalee pleaded, “and give it back to him above”

He took her wounds and cleansed them all
Out of darkness, her heart, he called
Gave her back her Garden youth
Broke down her sinner’s wall
With his doubled-edged sword of truth

Both Adalee and her sister Adele
Tell their tale when they are so called
Of faults, mistakes, and charity
And the slippery road that so easily leads to Hell
But, above all, of The Prince who gives eternal purity

~DaLe 10.20.08 at 11:40pm