The Snake Dances Past Them
The snake dances past them in the air
Fear frozen in eyes of charming pair
Hyenas cackle, vultures on high
streaks of lightning stab the sky
A night not fit for man or beast
blood gushing from ancient fountains
Apparitions looming every place they turn
O, for creature comforts do they yearn
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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