beware, my darling,
for I am a serpent at best
the foul, slithering creature
whom your tender gardens detest
the snake who sheds her layers
underneath wherever fruits grow
the nuisance of dual-faces
perhaps sinking lower than low
alas, I am mistaken,
misjudged and forsaken
they judge me by the tales
they’ve only heard from eden
don’t run when you hear me,
I bear no ill will
but I can’t convey it
so, unblinking, you kill
you’ll listen to the lore
to vilify my hiss
choose to slay me down
so the hero gets a kiss
try to kill me once,
and watch me come back twice
have all your kids beware
in the dark of reptilian eyes
I remind you of medusa?
a tale so juvenile
a woman punished for one man’s crime
sent banished and exiled
uncapable of loving
or so you’re a fool to think
“she’s a spirit, not a woman
watch as she sins”
beware, my darling,
for I am a serpent at best
to others I bare my fangs
but you’re different from the rest
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