The Serpent

As you slither and slide in the eye of your mind. So deceptive and cunning in a truth hard to find. The venom you speak, poisoned with your fork tongue. With no rhyme or no reason, with no right or no wrong. Like a cold-blooded serpent that creeps out from the dark. Inch worming your words with a complete disregard. As you spit out your poison, you convince to believe. With your words so deceitful, words designed to bereave. In a dark web of lies, possessed like jezebel. As you dance with the cobra whilst casting your spell. With your venomous whisper, your forked tongue try's to weave. It's a tapestry that's tangled as you try to deceive. Like a slithering snake that is devious and sly. With your camouflage of colours on your prey, you do pry. A wolf in sheep's clothing, with no shepherd or flock. You believe your own lies, your deception's non-stop. Beware of those shadows they creep into the night. In dark lonely corners, they huddle in spite. Their glances are fleeting and their smile just disguise. In a life of betrayal and a concealment of lies. So please heed this warning when darkness is near. In their sweetest of promises, may harbour a fear. For beneath this snakes charm a deceit so profound. The deception of serpents where no truth can be found.