By Ben A. Bell
Slippery serpents sliding along,------------sliding along,
with eyes of copper like------------the sinking sun,
each pupil cut by------------an ebony slash
and filled with------------a secret stash
of------------evil.
In the------------garden,
through the coarse and-------------crackling leaves,
the sultry creatures------------come,
climbing up the cradle of------------the one,
whose eyes shine------------with
the same------------light
of------------evil.
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