Temptation...and before.

I am but an apple collector in the garden of Eden,
making sure not one is left on the tree up the hill;
for with a bite forbidden,
it could well decide fate and freewill,
tearing the wrong away from the right,
in the twilight shadows that haunt the rising night.

I am sure I left none,
not even that unfortunate terrible one;
perhaps the serpentine coil,
that I did see,
hid the shame that would be,
and insidiously my effort did foil!

Now the darkness seems infinite...