He sipped the elixir <br />With the same degree <br />Of guilt or satisfaction <br />That Adam had <br />When he bit into <br />The forbidden apple <br />Offered to him by Eve <br /> <br />What followed was really <br />Quite unimaginable for him <br />He slipped quietly <br />On to the cold floor <br />And went into a stupor <br />And remained so for <br />Several hours to come <br /> <br />He was totally clueless <br />That the surrounding tribals <br />Were furiously beating <br />Their home made drums <br />To revive him or awaken him <br />But right through the ritual <br />He just remained comatose <br /> <br /> <br />His friends looked on <br />In total fear and dread <br />Of the weird tale that <br />They would have to weave <br />To explain to his folks <br />That his condition was <br />The result of a silly bet <br /> <br />Then all of a sudden <br />Like a breath of fresh air <br />In a room of tensed people <br />Something strange occurred <br />A large vase of flowers <br />Fell mysteriously <br />To the ground <br /> <br />The deafening sound <br />And the cold water <br />Splashing all around <br />Seemed to have stirred <br />The lifeless young man <br />His eyes opened wide <br />And he attempted to rise <br /> <br />He friends still suffering <br />From shock first stared blankly <br />Like paralysed zombies <br />Then quickly smashing the glass <br />Containing the remaining <br />Elixir they fled the place <br />Carrying him with them<br /><br />Sandra Martyres<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elixir-5/
