Blending its way around my sight. It’s hiding, not wanting to be found, and not being visible. It’s a chameleon. Able to fit in the visual of those who come about. It knows that the sight can play tricks. It will play tricks. It will slay quick. It already has it’s eyes on a prize. Don’t freeze, don’t attack, just step back! Don’t tease, don’t slack, or become a snack..
One look and it’ll have you cold as stone. Second look will send chills down your bones.
The snake, it’s waiting for the broken. It can come in many different forms, so keep your third eye open.
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