Slithering by night through the stillness

Through the cool desert sand

Towards a heaving prey

Far away in a dream

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Wicked deeds

Take the shape of a serpentine curse

Fangs yearning for the plunge

The fighting thrash and the rattle

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White eyes greet the heavens

Cold, menacing and grey

Full of black birds circling

For the night’s quiet gift

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Given over and over

By a villain in the dust

Always roving

From one isle of slaughter to the next