Coils

Red to black, Back to back, In a stack, Coiled rope. Then comes yellow, Friendly fellow, Warm and mellow, Skinny scope. If that red Should raise his head And make his bed A different way, With saffron song, She sets upon, to mingle fawn; Color of day. Should that new fright Then give a bite; on me insight, A vein of woe. The venom course could drop a horse a solemn force would on me crow And through me spread Til I'm dead, from my poor head take memory back. And that would be The end of me, Away will flee Red, yellow, black.