The Serpent

Crowned king the serpant laughs
His charm spoken through sharp teeth
Whistling a familiar tune one that changed their eyes
The man behind this mask takes freedom from life
Surrender is given to the crowned one
The king gives to them a sweet poison
Consumed from the yellow petals of warmth
With a song they are lead to the forest

The magician is skilled in his tricks
Silver blossoms smile in the moonlight
Mirroring reflections of a cunning master
Words spoken by the tongue of their king

Sweetness achieved from the hearts of the fallen
Those who gain from the glory of the wicked
Walk only as shadows in the footsteps of hate
When the poison is gone from their sweet leaf

What will they owe the king in his sheath
The crowned one smiles the time is now
I have lead thee, I have fed they
In my grace you'll now feed me

And as the serpent devours his people
They wonder how they were lead astray
The had drank the poison so peacefully
And had never once pondered this day