Kiss Of Set Poem by Ted L Glines

Kiss of Set
by Ted L Glines

Hear the scaly serpent hissing,
homicides and kids gone missing.
Depression moans and suicides
as ever onward, serpent glides,
weaving, striking, never missing,
feel his fangs in horror kissing.
Minds twisted, hearts mangled,
every crying gasp is strangled.
Stalking weak and frightened ghouls
where lust is king and darkness rules,
a trembling moment, crying, pleading,
a soul is gone, screaming bleeding.
The kiss of Set, forever here
for those who worship greed and fear.

Author's Notes: Set was a god of the underworld in ancient Egypt. Set had the head of a jackal. Here, for my own purpose, I have cast Set as a snake. Imagine, if you will, the ending fate, the jackpot awaiting those who bring abuse and greedy corruption and death to the table of life. Imagine this poem to be a spell which binds them to their self-willed destiny.