The Son of the Serpent

This poems tells the story of a child and his mother, a fantasy tale about what happened between them. It is meant to be a metaphor to the relationship between me and my mother.

Sinking far down into the darkness of the deep

Cold and alone on the waters of the ocean

Murdered by the sound of her dishonest weep

Killed by the power of her truthful devotion

He was so young and curious, with a life ahead

Cut short by the things he knew she had said

Such pain slowly consumed the inside of his head

Jump to the depths for all the words left unsaid

For he was born from the womb of a beast

Hiding behind the skin of a devoted mind

By the touch of the water he was released

Better to die than being part of her kind

Crawling on the anguish of a missing child

A deep green stare, lips unable to smile

Swimming down onto the depths of the wild

Begging heaven for a chance to reconcile

A mother who has lost her sole motivation

Unable to know when he abandoned her side

A wounded, crying heart on assassination

Unable to see what she had living inside

An idea, so powerful it surpassed her love

Her own venom injected through his ears

Unaware it was something to get rid off

Hide it in the facade of your bitter tears

For even a beast is able to feel affection

Devotion taught to be the key to her child

Yet it did nothing but break their connection

Made him unable to even fake a smile

So now her heart fades with her most beloved

Cry for the world has taken his chance to live

Won't accept the fact she never truly loved

For in denial, she still refuses to believe

So who is it to blame for what occurred?

Was it him? Was it her? Or was it fate?

His fault by her preacher was assured

Yet the real cause was her inner hate

It was all that raised and surrounded us

Her words fueled by the town he lived in

Accused of being a beast with no cause

Thought to be the incarnation of sin

For in her mirror she stares, cannot remember

Wonder the reason why, why can't she find him?

Well, he bled out fast after being dismembered

She'll never know it was her who killed him

Convinced the blame falls upon his words

Her eyes will now dry their dropping tears

Reality becoming hollow and blurred

Her womb is the source of all her fears...

Author's Note

This is one of the first attempts I made in writing a story in the form of a poem (updated a few times since the very first version). I would like to know, how did I do? What tips could you have for me to improve for future poems. Thank you.