In shadows deep, where secrets hide,
A serpent's kiss, a venom's tide.
With scales of green, and eyes of gold,
A tale of danger, to unfold.
It slithers forth, with silent grace,
A deadly beauty, in this place.
Its fangs so sharp, its venom's might,
A fatal dance, in fading light.
A touch so cold, a chilling fear,
As life's sweet essence disappears.
The serpent's charm, a wicked snare,
A final breath, a silent prayer.
It coils around, with deadly art,
And tears the beating, loving heart.
A fatal embrace, a lover's doom,
Sealed in a shadowed, silent tomb.
So beware the serpent's tempting call,
For in its kiss, lies death for all.
A tragic end, a love betrayed,
In poison's grip, a life unmade.
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Aima Charle
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This poem really sets a spooky mood. The description of the serpent with its green scales and gold eyes makes it seem almost otherworldly. It makes me think about how nature can be both beautiful and deadly. Like that time I encountered a snake in the wild. It was slithering so smoothly, but I knew it could be dangerous. How do you think the imagery in this poem could be used to create a scary story?