Silver lies slither past,
parched leather lips.
Lying quick once when asked,
dodging little slips.
Taunting us more aghast,
as the poison drips.
Never slow only fast,
evil toes to tips.
Silent shaddows in we seek,
hidden other scripts?
Never given chance to speak,
crushed in your grips.
Aloof, dumb, mild, and meak,
wish, watch, and wait.
For of rot, decay you reek,
you are not so great.