Brittany Starks Poet Rhyme

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.

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