In the dark lie the seconds of life you have lost
in the mouth of the serpent called time.
Consumed by the hatred that lies at its core
as it lives on the waste of each chime.
As seconds birth minutes and minutes birth hours
days in the serpent digest
corroded by acid that rots in the soul
to the stench of the death acquiesced.
Decay of the days becomes lines on the face
that are etched by the poison of waste.
The serpent grow strong as each tick follows tock
as he smiles at the foulness of taste.
The clock slowly stops as the serpent takes flight
as he smells the scent of a kill.
His wings beat again with the need to exist
his hunger, like time, never still.
Author notes
Picture Prompt - Credit :
10. http://tangytamarind.deviantart.com/art/Black-and-white-71331480
A contest entry
- Option, Options, Options by wakawaka05.
2050 points, ended January 6, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow What a great write. I love your take on the prompt. Best of luck in the contest and in future writing. Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Caity
>Wakawaka<
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