Way of the Serpent

Hissing sounds

From a cleft tongue

A vexed sinister creation

Sliding slowly from side to side

In the shadow of vegetation

The way of the serpant

Coiled to defeat

The way of the serpant

The circle is complete

With spiteful intentions

Ready to cowardly attack

Blending with the background

Lurking behind the back

Sneaking up without a sound

From the deepest hole in the ground

Staring deep into its eyes

As the fangs flash

And spike the flesh

Filled with pain and numbness

Venomous saliva deaths caress