The Viper
The viper
A snake for life
He strikes only the weak
His poison is an instant death
Admiration he seeks
His teeth are hidden in his throat
Camouflaged
His soul is hidden in his coat
Such pretty colors, shinny skin
Attractive to the mortal brain
Stupidity within
But there is something in his way
An unexcused feeling
Of incomprehensible fear
Uncontrolled heartbeats
A careful walk when he is near
A subconscious threat
Just lingers in the atmosphere
The worshipers are cautious here
And fear will keep them on his side
The wicked are never alone
Even when poison will punish their pride
Even when they know he's wrong
Respect he demanded
But never earned
There never were ways he could learn
He wins the affection he once was denied
In disgusting lies he survives
The viper
Is never killed
By his own venom
A careful user
An experienced master
A veteran
He never will show any weakness
He knows weakness well
The weak are his target
But he's never biting his tongue
Though weakness is there
In the snake's hidden soul
The evil created
In abandonment
But it's too late to change
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poem by Amanda Larsen
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