Root of the Serpent

written by: Cory Q

Exhaust curling about my nose
As a bull in mid-fight,
Pausing, considering the serpent tails
Rising in brown/gold scales,
Others ending in blue-green barbs.

It sinks in at once:
There are ancient wyrm bodies
Coiled deep beneath my castle.
Slow juggernauts burrowing and plunging,
Tendrils growing thicker each year

Remember: Yew-snakes of Dunsinane wind
Through the plundered eyes of
The Thane for his sins.
Slithering leviathans came to him
Having naught their own eyes.

These branching giants whisper secrets
In life, their bones employed
As pillars in death. Spanning
Both wild and familiar, they
Anchor and devour the world.

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