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The Serpent

The serpent within Lays coiled Yet never at peace Tremors of forever Agitate its presence Its necessity Determined by Its need To shield, protect, defy Those who wish It exiled Into soundless stillness Stripped of its awareness A silent sentinel Muted Lest it strike Its fang-like “voice” Injecting An end To the conversation

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Ink Empress

Date: 11/29/2023 2:03:00 PM

“Its fang like voice” whoa what a powerful and soul hitting write this is, i love the wordplay and depth of this truly and also the alliterations .Pleasure reading this.

John Lawless
Date: 11/30/2023 6:58:00 AM

thanks for stopping by Ink. "it's not the hiss that gets us ...its those fangs". Glad you enjoyed the word play

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 11/29/2023 12:28:00 PM

A good description of being quieted. It's a deep, communicative poem.

John Lawless
Date: 11/30/2023 6:53:00 AM

"of being quieted".....great phrase....could be a future contest theme....it also describes what is done by all the shouting and posturing of politicians and society in general