Snake

Do you feel

Cold conceit

With Armored skin

And mice to meet

A funnel breathes

Sips and slides

Hooked with fangs

On the devils ride

The way you move

With silent creep

And forked tongue 

That never sleeps

Poised to strike 

And pierce the heat

Bet you were smooth 

When you could speak 

Old as man

And cracks of stone

You conquered sea

And pharaohs throne 

Lay in wait 

At horses feet

Bruise the heel

And stay to eat

The way you move

With silent creep

And a forked tongue 

That never sleeps

Poised to strike 

And pierce the heat

I bet you were so smooth 

When you could speak