The Viper

A double barreled snake,

intoxicating, wanton, and sleek.

Hanging over the mantel,

it's silver scales quietly imitate the room,

they skew life, tint it with power;

an enchanting reflection.

He took it out of the cage,

to feed.

and it did,

with its fangs and venom and speed.

a fatal strike,

the final view.

And as I watch my heart turns to ash.

I fall apart.

Unforgettable,

its ebony eyes,

they relentlessly stared at me,

and I ran, to escape their gaze,

to escape the vipers lust and the tool:

the heart,

it had ensnared with it's deadly quicksilver skin,

And its fuming, burning black eyes,

that pierce me to my very soul.