She is hiding in the darkness
Shadows entwined with flesh
She is watching and waiting
As they talk and laugh and mock
Secrets upon lies upon gossip
It reminds her of a time
When she was one of them
A white dove in a sea of grey
But now she is a black sheep
As she lurks in the corners
They call her a snake
Cruel, cold, callous
She doesn’t mind
Dangerous, cunning, bejeweled
She does not move
She shall strike when the time is right
Their eyes are wary as they glimpse her
Good. They should be
But the night revels on
And they forget
As they are drunk on wine and life
A mistake
She looks up to the moon
It’s new
She bows her head to her mistress
And to her master down below
Before brandishing her dagger,
Clean and silver
It wouldn’t be soon
She slips out of the darkness,
Gazing at the ones that ruined her
And gave a dagger smile
Right before the snake strikes
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Author:
M. Evermore (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2022 10:14
- Comment from author about the poem: I came up with this while thinking of a possible story that I could write. This could be a prologue or the beginning of a story about an assassin called "the Snake." No idea if it will work, but it's an interesting idea:)
- Category: Fantasy
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Love it!!
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