Not bad Jim and you've got the right place I was working on this but I feel the references are pretty common. The way of the Maiden I wandered through the market When a tender maiden with a pearly smile and dark-mirrored eyes offered me an apple. Crisp and red, glistening with the dew I saw it in her hand and found myself on a lane where bulldozers prowled and preyed on trees, where beautiful homes waited, standing empty. Storm clouds came and left debris; The houses grew up again. while the ground grew soft and sank down in the sand. I was in darkness, and afraid, lost; enveloped Falling, I cried for the maiden to Laughter's echoes and though I knew it wasn't right grabbed her fruit, and took a hefty bite.