the serpent sleeps

slither as I walk into my grassy kingdom

slither as I reach my dinner

slither as I flash my pointy pointy fangs

slither as my prey trys aimlessly to escape it's dreaded fate

slither as my tounge does as my body does

deavoured my prey  gone gone gone gone gone GONE

the moon comes and I lay my head on my throne of bones

for I am full

slither

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