The serpent follows the horizon,
devouring life in its path.
Only the sky and the treetops
feel the true power of its wrath.
Wildlife runs for cover,
Nature cowers in its wake.
The beast only knows hunger,
it’s searching for souls to take.
Hunger rises from within,
it feeds on the energy of life.
The sky wants to charm the beast,
but the serpent cuts like a knife.
The beast crests on the line of the trees,
mouth hungry and fueled by thirst.
Its longing for life and stolen blood
many times have been rehearsed.
Its rise and fall with the blowing wind
will follow the line of the trees.
But its ever longing hunger for life
will forever float in the breeze.