[?7hThe Rising Serpent

Oh, great poets of wrath,
Do not fear...
For the coming of rising serpent
Is near.

Though all of your moments of glory
Have extinguished in the not too distant past,
Your protrusion into darkness cuts like a knife...
At the moonbeam's pass,
I travel last-

I at my study, examined the distant fire light,
Yet all stand too sturdy, and none too bright...
That I could see into the waking past...
And grap what fires are burning fast,
Into the night and bye the sun,
What is accomplished is hardly done...
But yet, I have a feeling flying low,
That the great jaws of the serpent
Will fill their toll-


Mister E. [CiA]