Why, the mighty serpent,

lay coiled beneath the sea?

Malicious, angry, frightened

of an aimless destiny.

 

That breath of ire, that binding twist

all internal lies

The whip of tongue, the slash of swords –

veiled in mocked disguise.

 

How then, perchance, to come alive

in apathetic scales

To lighter states, to softer heart –

what happiness entails.

 

Unleash the truth and let it soar

to surface, past the churning

through honest waves of grace be found

a myriad of yearning.

 

 

 

daily post prompt: Mighty

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