The Serpent

Slithering, sleek

It creepeth on me

it flickers its tongue

flames caressing my cheek.

He hisses,

"Are you afraid of me?"

Do not answer

Shall not spit back

for the snake will attack

and its venom shall spoil

bitterness on the forked tongue.

So sly, so sneak

the gleam of his teeth

smooth against bumps 

He clings on like a wreath.

And with a whiff, he sneers,

"Oh. Yes. You are. Do not lie to me"

Do not answer

shall not breathe

for being will he inhale 

and take from thee

the life in which you own

Scales, so sheek

venom, so sweet

with eyes that beam

the evil he sees

Those eyes...

They reflect the flames of hell.

And with this, he laughs

that cackling wail

spewing fire

so raw

so stale

And questioning the thought

with purity so fake

He spits before he bites,

"Are you afraid of snakes?"