Born of serpents to the darkness.
Raised in shadows, out of
sight.
Stalking stealthily the night
To prey on poor unfortunates.
Creeping out from under rock
just
Far enough to test the air.
Lashing out at those who dare
to
Cross your wayward
slitherings.
Don your pretty plastic mask
To hide the fire that
otherwise
Comes flashing forth from
flaming eyes of
Grand deception, burning
lies.
Pity those who cannot see
The heinous horror in your
hate, who
Shake in fear when it’s too late
To simply turn and run away.
Vigilance its own reward
To spurn the serpent in his
lair,
Lock the door and keep him
where
His poison will not kill.
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