A Snake's Heart
The world is full of these creatures do you know one ?
A Snake’s Heart
In shadows deep, a serpent lies,
With sly green eyes and a secret guise.
Fast to strike, with a silken slide,
Wrapped in charm, where truth may hide.
The whispered words, like honey sweet,
A dance of lies at love's deceit.
With every glance, your love's charade,
A snake man’s game, where trust has frayed.
Narcissistic venom in your embrace,
A crafty smile upon your face.
Each lovely lie, like poison spread,
Promises sweet, but trust lies dead.
Slithering close, oh, how you charm,
But beneath your smile, you weave such harm.
In the quiet night, the truth unfurls,
The serpent’s bite? Just a man in this world.
By unveiling the truth, I find my way,
From shadows of doubt to light of day.
And though I danced with danger's art,
I’ve learned the strength to guard my heart.
But tell me, love, why are men like snakes,
Enticing us into their treacherous wakes?
A mystery wrapped in allure and dread,
Why must they play with hearts like threads?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (4)
Not all men, but the ones the poem relate to are to the T well done
Well-wrought! However, as a man, I must say that such reptilian minds are certainly of both the male and female persuasion. A society like our own, which erroneously equates pleasantry with civility, is a perfect breeding ground for such creatures, and we are many generations in. But eventually, strong souls become immune to the venom, and the snakes are left with only the rats to eat...
What an imaginative piece of writing. Good work showing aspects of a certain animal.
Great imagination and talent, I congratulate you