In his books about Satan, temptation and hell
Milton’s tales don’t factually gel
The intrigue with the apple was really a bust
I’m certainly certain, it was more about lust
Paradise Lost, down through the ages
Accepted as fact by religious old sages
Still on bookshelves, musty and dusty
Not yet perceived as tales for the lusty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem