The Handsome Basilisk
Fairy Tail Love
Sleeps in the sun, curled up in the dry grass like a cinnamon bun
His green eyes that hypnotize – closed. His sharp claws tucked and folded comfortably - under its nose
Jewel bright scales form a rainbow coronet - regal and rare
Thin wisps of smoke exhale with a hiss - with each raspy snore - there is just a faint lisp
A three hand-span long, perfect, Cockatrice, found unawares – no dire chance of a lethal glance or a fatal glare
Per chance, dreaming, of a time long ago, when he and his brethren ruled a world awash in blood red and the shaking in your boots, kind of dread
Of all the lovely screaming in the Warsaw terrors – rows and rows of townfolk statues so pleasing
Their grusome names spoken only in hush whispers of fear, not like now when they are hunted with mirrors
When he was not so alone – so horribly, horribly, alone
I do not dare touch him
I know, I should run away – and not look back
One glance will turn me to stone
Sleeping or not, he is still the deadly Serpent King
But he is so shiny, so captivatingly, beautiful – my heart flutters - I stay to gaze just one perfect moment more
Then one emerald eye opens wide
Too late now - my heart stops
About the Creator
Bonnie Bowerman
Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.
I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!
Comments (1)
I would go cuddle with him and keep my eyes closed all the time. Hehehehe. Loved your poem!