Serpents' Worst Nightmare: A Poem
Sometimes you have to wonder,
Whilst you bend and break,
Amongst the peoples’ blunder:
Just how you will withstand.
Flame on the candle, to see through their dark mistake,
Suddenly stands a melting face becoming a distant memoir;
No, no. That mask was just a con…..
Our trust do they gather, our respect do they acquire;
How do we see past this twisting tunnel of blinding serpents’ desire?
Light the flame, let it burn;
Let the light shine through the tired and worn!
Soon they will retreat, later they will wither,
No more, not through your love shall they slither.
Look past the lies
The binding ties
Their pathetic dreary skies
You will soon have a life full of glorious highs!
Laugh and love,
Fight and defend;
Set free this dove,
As sorrow is NOT your story’s end.
This cave will reach, will wind, can promise your demise;
Only if you let it mask you with its dark disguise.
Take the hand that reaches, don’t let yourself drown;
This growing evil will only take you down.
As you grow and receive from giving hands,
Your flame grows brighter, serpents cringing with your demands.
Soon comes relief,
your soul is finally free.
The greedy hands will fade in evil’s disbelief.
