Golden Apple Poem by Javier Falcon

In a place far away
we will all set to wait,
to see who it will take,
to climb the mountains so high,
deeply stabbing the sky.

And even if he comes,
the challenge awaits,
as he can only take one mate,
on this difficult task,
whom no one has unmasked.

As on this month long trip,
he must come back with it,
an apple goldenly lit,
and eyes full of pain,
one uncontrolled by chains.

As death is rewarded to losers,
as the light of that apple means
that the city will grow greens,
and a huge party will commence
and honor rewarded immense.

So unknowing he set off,
to fufill his only fate,
right along with his mate,
up the slopes of death,
watching their every breath.

Standing at the top they see,
one golden apple at ease,
without traps, taken as they please.
yet a steady hunger began
and so did anger in the man.

As he pushed his mate down the cliff,
and ate an apple ever so swift,
such a heavenly flavor to shift,
into the pain which would cause him death
and for killing his mate, his last breath.