Once lived a serpent  over a kingdom of mice,

amused to the little vermins running lout.

Useless against the aura of ingrained fear,

cowering in nothings' bout.

Parted ways from the sky and tore through the mountains,

revolved around invicible strength.

Thereafter the aftermath of frail ground,

ruined cities laid in ghostly forms.

Never hoping the death of unknown,

seeing from broken eyes without hues.

Rested the many, many lives.

But the snake soon grew restless,

often bored and always angry.

Seek ways to satisfy his hunger.

He coiled around hills and vibrated,

his cold blood seeping into the soil.

Breeding wrath to his name to the wavering souls.

But to no ones' expectations,

saw a little faun amongst the flowing river.

Peacefully resting in the summer shade,

blissfully sleeping amonst the chaos.

The snake was perplexed at this gesture,

for he had never encountered... such ignorance.

And so he crept up, careful not to wake the little mouse up.

Till dawned the mouse that woke,

and with her sense of anxiety and fear.

Her posture stiffened, unmoving,

never leaving the eyes of the predator.

Regal as he was, the snake took this as a source of fun.

Trudging through the marshlands,

the snake waited patiently for his slave to catch up.

Not to sense any vicious intentions,

but devoid of the life she once had.

Soon reaching a cave, his eyes wavered fo a second.

He was... tired.

Visioning the future, he ordered his slave to stay put.

Stone gradually grew on her frightened body.

And to his surprise, never moved an inch.

A toxic smile tugged at his lips as he woke,

and he thirsted.

Reaching the same river he once saw her,

he inclined his head to drink...

to have the little mouse block his way.

He bellowed at her, and against all odds...

she stood her ground.

Confused as to why she was still standing,

he swept her away harshly into the mud.

But she screamed, warning him not to drink the water.

Still deaf to her words, he reached into the river and took a sip...

The slave then straggled his throat, telling him not to swallow.

By then he knew something wasn't right... but she had fainted from her own fear.

Out was the liquids form his jaw, and from a different angle,

saw a strange hue of color within.

Poison.

He had spat so much, he knew just by looking...

but how could he had missed it?

He was sure it was the most deadliest poision there was,

and now looked at the unmoving slave,

that saved his life.

Suddenly shook from her bold reaction,

he quickly  pressed his tail against her body,

gently to feel the small, weak and malnourished pulse.

Teeth of regret sunk into his body as he felt his sins,

and panicked to how he would help her.

He was no ruler, he knew nothing,

all muscles and no brain.

Pouring some water from another river,

he prayed for her safety.

And a gasp broke his silence.

Greeted by a small mountain of food,

her expression readless to the eye.

She knew nothing about what was happening.

Instead of calming down, the snake apologised.

And the lands shook.

Never had ears and the world expected this,

a word of... worrisome emotion.

Still untrusting and unfaithful,

he eyed the food before he gave consent.

He spoke with such modesty,

it was hard to believe the illusion.

But as the snails moved,

so did they.

They become close friends.

But the snake knew, he couldn't show this side to the others.

Hell would break loose, his rule would be meaningless,

for the people knew his soft spot.

And so he sent her away, to land faraway.

He returned to his throne to be greeted with his past,

the years of torture and meaningless death.

He struggled, and inside he knew he couldn't resolve it,

and he wept... at his absurdity.

To think how this was how he would realise his faults.

Useless against his now burning ego,

learnt his ways of wisdom for it was far too late.

A poem dedicated to Roryboreale.