The Serpent’s Embrace
by Dawg
In the tall grass, I slither unseen,
a whisper of dread, a shadowed sheen.
My tongue flicks out, tasting your fear,
in the snake’s hiss, your fate draws near.
I’m the serpent, coiled in your mind,
in every doubt, my grip you find.
You walk the path, but I’m always there,
in the snake’s hiss, your fears laid bare.
You hear the rustle, but see no form,
in the silence, where fears are born.
I strike without warning, a venomous bite,
in the snake’s hiss, you lose the fight.
In every shadow, in every creak,
I lie in wait, your strength I seek.
You search for courage, but find despair,
in the snake’s hiss, you’re ensnared.
Here you tread, in the serpent’s land,
in the snake’s grip, where you can’t withstand.
I’m the hiss in the night, the fear you face,
in the serpent’s embrace, you’re lost in this place.