Snake With a Flower

I invite you to visit my mountain To drink from my fountain To feel what gives my power To meet the actual snake with a flower I have heard stories of my demise Folktales given by the unwise Storytellers with no ear Dishing out tales to cover their own fear Tales of a great evil A face around me built by the devil Escapades covered in sin Delivered with a lust’s grin I have heard how I have led all into temptation The path of right and wrong always leads to confusion Storytellers say I always will lead you down the wrong path The pipers marching you to the devious bath Folklore states that all souls are in my treasury Amassed by traits of debauchery Living in heaven, lined with sin The tales and where they begin Storyteller’s muse must all be true Tales of terror that must be thought through Fires of hell surround my throne A kingdom built on my own So, I do invite you to visit this mountain Share in the gift of the ever giving fountain Where no judgment gives the power To this snake with a flower March 11, 2008 ©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2008