Raven haired Eve smiled at him.
Her dark night eyes bright, two stars of love.

Her smile roused his might, he gripped her waist.
With hands so soft she touched his cheek.
“You’ll know what the gods know.”

He looked at her, her form so fair, 
eyes locked, his hands caressed her raven hair.

He knew that hell and fire would come.
On him the curse of generations.
 But, for the love of Eve, it must be done.
It must be done.

One bite, they intertwined, raven haired Eve and her Adam.
The earth shook, the thunder clapped, the gods' temple
fell to death then dust.

But, for the love of Raven Hair, it must be done.
It must be done. 

(Written for another English class somewhere.)