At Midnight Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

At midnight,
When you sit in preparation...
To slither with a venomed tongue.
I will be there aware and cautioned...
Of the blood you wish to suck dry,
From anyone you can sting to stun...
As a valued standard you have welcomed.

Happily you dress to impress...
Before the Sun comes to shine.
To splatter as you chatter with anyone,
With a clearing of skies arising.
As a dawn arriving on the horizon comes.
To announce,
As you will...
How sleepless you have been,
In the fulfillment of delivering...
Your deeds to unsuspecting victims.

And you and I will make eye contact!
As you wonder how it was...
I managed to escape!
From a vicious backstabbing,
You were certain upon me make.
But I...
Have been freed,
From the fake smiling crowd...
You've embraced to partake,
In the doings of your misdeeds.

At midnight,
I am prepared to defend against...
Those creatures that slither in masquerade.
Using darkness to undo those thought,
To sleep defenseless in an inncocence...
Snakes believe easy to take.