The Serpent’s Coil
I drew the mark with broken glass,
A circle scorched in withered grass.
No plea for gods, no need for grace.
Just shadow called to take its place.
It came not loud, but soft and still,
A whisper sliding down the will.
Its voice was mine, yet deeper toned.
A truth I feared, but never owned.
I won’t consume, it swore with glee,
I’ll only show what’s truly thee.
So coil by coil, it climbed inside.
No force, no scream, no need to hide.
It offered power, sharp and sweet,
A kingdom built beneath my feet.
And in return, it asked no gold.
Just every lie I ever told.
Now I wear it, calm and proud,
Its hiss the wind, its oath unbowed.
I am the voice beneath the skin.
The serpent smiles. I let it in.
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 (3)
Well-wrought! Elegant lines expressing a complex theme! "There's a shadow just behind me, Shrouding every step I take." -Tool, "Sober"
Oooo, this was awesomeeee! I loved it!
What a way to describe a 'real' snake as well as someone who maybe a 'snake'. Good job.