Holding The SerpentA Poem by ShaneBerryDO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AGAINST HUNTINGHolding the Serpent Humid and hot, sweaty and tired, It saw me; I was in its home now. Five feet long, thick from feast, I could run, but I am no longer weak. It came my direction; I attempted to step out of its way, It lunged at me, I fell back in shock. My machete in one hand, My Dao blade in the other, I drop my foot down on the serpents head And stood, jumping off to see it was not harmed. It turns to me and hisses a hiss that is unlike any other. Its fangs are out, and I know, if I do not kill this creature, it will kill me. I drop the machete down onto the creature head with force, But the blade is too blunt to cut, I feel the serpents head touch my hand. And unlucky person would have been bit… I retracted my hand as fast as the scaled head of the serpent touched it, I quickly swung the razor sharp Dao blade at its crown. I missed, and the creature came at me again, I took out the bowie knife, Dropping both the too blunt machete, And the Dao, being too long. And stepped three paces toward the oncoming creature As fast as I could, knowing that it may kill me, I pierced the serpent in the head, I stared in disbelief, Though its head was destroyed its body still moved. In the five minutes, I felt fear, I felt pain, I felt sadness, And then honor, To fight with a creature that could kill you with ease. And come out the victor, is a sensation like no other. © 2011 ShaneBerryAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on May 14, 2011 Last Updated on May 14, 2011 AuthorShaneBerrydenton, TXAboutMy Chemical Romance “The Ghost of You” Name: Shane Douglas Berry Age: Born on 8/4/1992 Hair color: Brown Eye color: Green Skin color: White, Freckled Tattoos: Oroborus (red, center.. more..Writing
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