The red and gold
Of the fire
Of the serpent
The epitome
Of the end
The finality
Of a being
The serpent
Stealth and silent
Aims and strikes
The wood
Strong
Complacent
Burns silently
Its agony
Gone unnoticed
Till it is reduced
To nothing
But ashes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem