Eve (Revisited)

Eve(revisited)

Eve towers into the sky, even as she sits, illuminating the forest with her light.  She’s draped in a gown, that bristles in the winds of the antediluvian vacuum, and she plays a giant golden harp.  From the tops of the highest trees, the great incubus spies through invisible eyes, on daughters such as her, born from mighty men of old.