Lord Of Snakes

LORD OF SNAKES

Cunning and malicious

Like a coiled viper he poises

To strike at his unfortunate prey

Eyes

Wide yellow penitrating orbs

Pupils not but narrowed slits

Splitting the hypnotic orbs with a strand of black

Fangs

Gleaming in the pale light

Twin ivorys bristling with the liquid death within

Muscles tight

Contracted around and all too flexable skeleton

Silence

Like an arrow he launches freely into an effortless arch

The soundless motion

Broken by a brief, sharp squeal

Piercing the hollow blackness before

The satisfied hiss of a serpent rises and falls

The lord seeking out new prey