And the snake raises its hood again
silent and bidding for the right time
to strike and destroy..
The snake has raised its hood again.
What does it want today?
what will it destroy this time?
No one knows.
The snake has raised its hood again.
Silent curses and the memory
of that last bite still fresh
Uncertainty, fear and a cold heart.
The snake raises its hood again.
Who shall strike first
Me or Him? Me or Him?
Its a game of waiting this time..
The snake has raised its hood again.
1 comment:
your poems are much better than the megastory that you wrote.
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