The Serpent’s Gaze
The last thing you will see before death
The Serpent’s Gaze
Look into my eyes, the serpent said,
See death before it strikes you dead.
A whisper coils, a venomous tune,
Sung beneath a silver moon.
Your breath halts, your veins run cold,
Time unwinds, the stars grow old.
A dance of fate, a tangled thread,
One step closer—you’ll join the dead.
No sword can cut, no shield can save,
No prayer will reach beyond the grave.
For once you gaze, you are no more,
A statue on the forest floor.
So turn away, while choice remains,
Or bear the weight of endless chains.
The serpent waits, its hunger deep,
To drag you down… into its forever sleep
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