Tenebris Allegoriam

There's a snake lurking in the grass, I'm walking.
Such a beautiful snake, I'd rather it be revolting.
I'd rather run away while legs are standing,
But this snake has the power to bring me to hard a landing.

That serpent of fire is scorching my soul.
That serpent supposed evil now owns me whole.

Bites me, poisons me.
Leaves me shaking.
Sweating.
Heart racing.
Panicking.

There's a snake in the grass, and I'd rather it was ugly.
That mean snake in the grass. It was so alluring.
It whispers.
It knows.

Lying on the ground. Waiting for the snake to eat my corpse.