The Serpent’s Dance

With sheen and looks that could enthrall

The slithery serpent, slithers and crawls

On stretches of ground and over walls

And up and down trees short and tall

And with one slick move and a hissy call

Without an open show or brawl

Its target stands condemned to fall

For none is safe from it at all.

With moves that could be termed as brisk

And pangs protrude as though to kiss

It fabricates a charming myth.

Those who stand and witness this

Should contemplate the fatal risk

To treat escape as but a wish

Or view its swirling dance as bliss

For death comes with a lance and hiss.

The serpent slithers and moves about

With subtle but yet deadly clout

With pangs protruding from the throat

And venom filled and poisonous mouth.

Of this the wise must take a note

That the serpent all great lovers loathe

And should be pierced inside and out

For it’s the serpent’s thrill to kill then gloat.

My soulmate and my friend arise

For love’s dear sake let us be wise

The serpent’s dance is bit a guise.

Oh let’s not halt or sympathize

The serpent’s head must be the prize

Just piercing it will not suffice.

Oh do not dread its guile or size

It’s the serpent’s death or love’s demise.