Shakespearian1

Red as a ruby apple. 
Black dazzling with crystals. 
Cast off like misfit; 
Magic was my strength, 
So I used it
Like a puppet. 

Red as the magic
In my veins. 
Crystal like
The glass 
I look into 
In vain. 
I am bad. 

Eat my apple,
My forbidden fruit. 
If you sleep, 
You're like me. 
You're Eve.