The Serpent LifeA Poem by tekphobikDoes the snake regret the blessing in the fall from grace?
She wraps herself around you, there's no way to escape
The sensation of her scales cold and indifferent Ghost hands touch glass of a frostbitten window That spectral souls just wanted to see through for a moment There is no mercy in reptile eyes. She forces you to wrestle against her, hissing her siren song Whispering with the most venomous of seductions How there's nothing in the stars but she and you A serpent and visceral man alone focused on a solitary moment She regrets selling Her the apple. She wants you to get lost in her selfish hypnotic sway Asks you with all her facility to dance her rhythms Seizing you with poison fangs to weaken resolve Lose yourself, shallow flickering serpentine smile for a moment You can resist, but for how long? She knows you cannot escape this embrace; scornful love Her caress is temptation to blissful easy ignorance Life becomes effortless if she claims her victories A life lesser submitted to snake-like values for all moments Comfort isn't worth circumstance. She grows apprehensive when you grasp her by the throat Slyly, she plays coy and reminds you of her necessity Where could you see without incisive struggle and toil Sustenance begone! You'd succumb to nothingness in a moment A ghost next to a frosty pane. She will never be subdued, she cannot be repressed Strife unrelenting unforsaken, exalted warrior rising You choose to wrestle with the serpent daily Mortal battle until silence stills a scythe at the last moment Foiling her slithering penance. © 2011 tekphobikAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthortekphobikRed Deer, Alberta, CanadaAboutI live for the words. Artistry is taking pieces of your soul out and throwing them against a wall to make someone else feel something or experience some sort of insight. It's the only thing worth li.. more..Writing
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