Snake Charms

Her thoughts of malevolence sing to the will of a man

Waiting for the opportune moment to thread her castor ban

With a judicious leer she delights in her devastation

Wooing, bending, breaking his concentration

As she slithers into his heart a breaking

While the world surrenders to the quaking

The flames lace her face ablaze in the forge

As she dances around the fiery gorge

Destruction smolder in her eyes

As the man desperately sighs

Tiffany (TSP)

Hidden Sword of Truth

Written under The Snake That Doesn't Charm April 12, 2008

Revised under Her Snake Charms April 14, 2008