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The Serpent's Call
A Serpent's touch burn with fire.
A humans presence, of loss desire's.
A throne of glass ruby, & Gold,
the Serpent's rule of this world,did
he hold.
A King of death,Pain& hatered
Only luck can spare thee.
A sympathetic jester stand before him,
joking and fumbling with fright.
No moment did pass,as the jester
kissed his ass''.
The Serpent drained what blood that
remained .A two step class with the
Serpent having the last laugh.
He showed no remorse or guilt.
A hidden life left from long ago,
No train's nor boat's ,just horses
and rope. A flame from hell ,Is his
spell.Tell then the Serpent shall
hide. Tell the next fool that would
arrive ,He then would fall ,
So says the Serpent's call.....
Written by Dunya
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