Empire of the snake that sheds its skin for the unraveling,
Is not as you'd suppose, for their unmoved by feet led travelling.
Scaly walls that slither show a rapier folk of tongue,
That leaves you far and well alone from a tree top dominion hung.
But if you have the audacity to seek their lair for sport;
To poke and prod this cousin of a Jurassic span left short,
You'll see their power rising, then from your corpse they'll slip away;
To look for something warmer in a much more present pray.
Nathan J.D.L. Roward is a poet, horror novelist, and founder of Horrified Press. His latest work, Hilltop Manor -- Gale's Story, is available now from Kobo, Amazon, Smashwords, and Lulu.com.