Literary Enclave:
Poetry Zone

Slit-eyed snake, you make the rain turn black
    Slithering reptile in the tall grass
Ancient serpent, you bruise my heel
       Sliding on frosty belly dust
O Great Old One, what have you seen?
  And what strange dawn that brings no light?
You have chosen the silver moon and a cold sky
  I prefer the warm water and the green
    But this too is your eternal kingdom,
 Uncertain King
Silent lord, you are dry as bone and ice
  So why have you left the cave where your mother lives?
        Noble serpent, you are stoned clean
Treacherous monster, I know your game - 
    You will wait
                 And when I turn
                                You will strike
Coward worm, you eat dirt and you drink blood
      Mystical creature of the forbidden fruit
You sell your secrets for the touch of flesh
   Sacrificing the garden to seed the virgin queen
Slit-eyed snake, you make the rain turn black
         And that is why we love you
                     And let you live.