Hell, with heaven’s gate

The bewitching trees
home of the birds and bees
open up to show, the vision of your dreams

but look a little deeper
see the bones of those who came before
       
  read the signs
"beware the beauty, it's really a reaper."

Too late now, you found the pleasure you longed to endure.

A soft touch of a feigned innocence, as it calls out for more
entwined in the passion of the fatal flaw
as you draw sight to the armour you could've wore
now it seems, a future of pain is all but secure.

 From such a vision how can one withdraw
unless they think of everything, one might procure