A Poem by Nathan J.D.L. Rowark

Snakes Dance

 

Empire of the snake that sheds its skin for the unraveling,

Is not as you'd suppose, for their unmoved by feet led travelling.

Scaly walls that slither show a rapier folk of tongue,

That leaves you far and well alone from a tree top dominion hung.

 

But if you have the audacity to seek their lair for sport;

To poke and prod this cousin of a Jurassic span left short,

You'll see their power rising, then from your corpse they'll slip away;

To look for something warmer in a much more present pray.

 

 

 

Nathan J.D.L. Roward is a poet, horror novelist, and founder of Horrified Press.  His latest work, Hilltop Manor -- Gale's Story, is available now from Kobo, Amazon, Smashwords, and Lulu.com.