SERPENTS' STRIKE
Like a serpents tongue, striking out to feel the mist.
A slight aggression ov the hiss, casting feelings that are amiss.
Slithering to my time, coiled a striking abyss.
Death rattles progress, thru the hell ov emptiness.
Colonizing the twist, ov thoughts that go remiss.
Help the intensity, ov the one within the striking blow.
As the venom inflicts, the heart will seize to flow.
With each imprint, the luv doth grow.
Oh the beauty, ov the poisons glow.