The Serpent’s Path
It moves in silence, beneath the stone.
A serpent vast, with endless skin.
Its breath is smoke, its eyes are coal.
Its teeth are sharp, with secret death.
The path it leaves, is carved in ruin.
The fields collapse, the rivers vanish.
The forests fall, the stars grow dim.
No step is safe, upon its trail.
It coils around, the heart of earth.
It drinks the fire, the core is dry.
Its body winds, through every shadow.
Its tongue is flame, its whisper curse.
And when it turns, the path is closed.
The world is trapped, within its coils.
The serpent waits, with endless hunger.
And none escape, its burning path
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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 (2)
One must realize that all have a purpose even like the animal you depicted. What is our purpose? Good job.
A beautiful description of a beautiful animal, thankyou for sharing xx