Slithering silent, serpents of lore,
Through tangled vines and forest floor,
Their scales a shimmer, a glistening hue,
Eyes like jewels, ancient and true.
In coils they weave, a sinuous dance,
Navigating realms of circumstance,
Whispering secrets in the rustling leaves,
Where the earth's heartbeat quietly heaves.
From Eden's tale to ancient rites,
Symbols of wisdom, dark delights,
Protectors of hidden realms unseen,
In their presence, a mystic sheen.
Yet feared by many, misunderstood,
Guardians of shadowed woods,
They glide with grace, a primal art,
Within their world, a beating heart.
So heed their warning, respect their space,
For in their gaze, wisdom and grace,
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