The Fall Poem by azmat naushad asif

The fallen angel
Sat ann brooded
Besides a fall

The agony was deep
The murmur strong
Beautiful as a fall
Destruction within

Hurt and wounded
A rival has been born
Known as Adam
The first of its kind
Hasn't been so kind

Getting her out of the paradise
She will have her revenge
Make him fall as she has fallen

All is fair in revenge
She wore a cloak of deceive
Sometimes man
Sometimes a beast
Sometime a serpent hissing

Hell hath no fury like a female scorned.