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A Serpent


I walked along a pearl river,
I strolled across the onyx night,
My tail slither.
I stalked between the thickening trees,
I breezed across the open fields,
Mind-poisoning disease.

I heard the cries.
I felt the boiling air.
I smelled the fire.
I tasted the bitter hate.

I saw her neighbors cast her onto the pyre.
She screamed out to me as her body seared.
I was drawn in to the ambrosial tempers their primitive natures revealed.
She convoked me to make her mark.
Drawn closer to the shimmering heat, she welcomed me.
These heathens' malevolence brought out by the dark.

And so,
They heard their babes cease their lungs,
My curse wrapped tightly 'round them.
They smelled my gift of dead rats in the water.
They felt their blood freeze in their bodies, as I released them of their hot-headed hate.
They tasted the blood as it came forth from their lips' last empty prayer.

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