It
Has begun!
The
Rattlesnakes’ white
Mouth
Stands agape,
Upright
In fury.
A
Stuttering death
Rattle
Soils the
Air
With Paralyzing
Agony,
While his
Tinted
Tongue tastes
Cold,
Thickening terror;
My
Fear
Slithers
Forward
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