The dark insidious snake in every mythology

The beginning of life striving for destruction

In pooled blood of my brothers gauge the stream

The whispers of thoughts wishes and dreams

Those moral tendencies of deceiving harpies

The faith that rots on false believe and prudence

Waiting for the wings of false prophets, dust on sand

What has become of the ferocious learning?

All buried under a circus of moralities in some book

What has happened to true simple love?

Lingering in the years of wishes and thoughts alike

Like tricks on display of the minds secret recesses

Full with fantasy the bag of no quintessential hope

All my love in a song of annunciation

Will destroy on the ferocity of my passion

But I will be forever a slave of this feeling for you

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Inspired by today’s Prompt a re-imagination of this poem