The Serpent 11/26/13

The Serpent is coming.

Eyes flashing yellow. 
Coiled in.
              Coiled out. 
Fangs dripping
     with venom.

He smirks.

Slit tongue,
      horned brows
                     and all.

Gracefully writhing,
      entrancing
          all in his spectrum.

When the crowd collects,
        silence.
        stillness.
        patience.

Breath inaudible,
Smirk constant.

He contracts
                        .
                           .
                              .

                  and strikes.


Engulfed by the scream
   I awoke.
Shaking, 
   ran to the sink,
   splashed water on my face.

A glimpse.
Eyes flashing yellow.

The Serpent is here.