• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.40


Why, the serpent, charming be?

I know how sharp he wears his fangs,

how cross the eye that sees my heart,

and yet, my love, possesses he.

Taught so to fear the shining scales,

was I, a child, and even now -

these bodies ringed so blue, so red,

the music shimmering from their tails.

The serpent charms by no deceit,

but slipping o'er the sand in grace

and twining through the trees - a jewel,

the serpent carries no conceit.

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