The Serpent's Path
The Serpent's Path
A golden serpent winds the floor,
its molten tongue whispers lore,
secrets carved in ancient stone,
forgotten gods now walk alone.
Candles flicker, shadows dance,
ghostly echoes of a lost romance.
The walls still hum with silent screams,
etched in fire, carved in dreams.
Step by step, the air grows thin,
a portal glows, calling within.
Beyond the door—what waits, unknown?
Destiny or dust? Flesh or bone?
Shall I step or shall I fade,
become the myth the stars once made?
A trembling breath, a fleeting sigh,
I close my eyes—
and touch the sky.
@poembyselly
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