I escaped from paradise

Free in the green, the grey mist

The ice and sometimes sunshine…

How did the serpent find me here?

She with the brown-scaled skin, lidless eyes

Grey hood flaring slightly

Sipping whisky, noiselessly,

Mirthless smile and silent laughter

Lips lifted only slightly

Above the fangs and hollow affection

Watching and waiting to strike

And suck empty my egg of peace

In

One

Swift

Hiss

If I should look the other way.

This is some more old verse written many years ago.