In shadows cast by moon's silver glare,
A tale of woe, a serpent's snare.
Beneath the veil of night's cruel peace,
Lies a woman tormented, seeking release.
Her heart, once a garden of tranquil delight,
Now plagued by serpents, coiled tight.
Venomous tongues with their venomous kiss,
Feeding on her soul's eternal abyss.
The snakes, like demons, slither and hiss,
Twisting through veins, their venom amiss.
Peace, once her solace, now a distant dream,
Consumed by serpents, a despairing scheme.
She cries out for mercy, lost in the gloom,
As serpents dance, sealing her doom.
Their fangs strike deep, extracting her hope,
Draining her essence, as she struggles to cope.
Oh, wretched peace, now a cursed charade,
As the serpents suck, their thirst never fade.
Her spirit withers, her light grows dim,
Engulfed in darkness, the snakes within.
In this haunted tale, the lesson is clear,
Beware the serpents that feed on our fear.
For peace, once pure, can be tainted and scarred,
By serpents that coil, in shadows unbarred.
