Eternally entwined in a sadistic symphony,
The Serpents noosed themselves
Around her neck

Eyes
Emerald
And ravenous
As they met with hers

Vomiting a breath
Of fire, and ancient paradox
Of a self adorned pious lost
That they would, oh but soon, forget

The smog is dispersed
As their fork tongues immerse
Pricking her cheeks
A sarcastic kiss
With desire she plead
Until tears fell from her lips

Oh but her eyes were so still
Stoic and unbidding
To a will
Unfitting

Then she felt flickering
On her fingers
Where another serpent
Still lingers

He, adorning her face, whispers,
“ Ingrate,
 Heathen,
Unchaste whore.”

And then another,
With lustful twilights in his eyes
Longing to devour
Her humanity

Still, her eyes unmoving
As her delicate hand clasps a head.
The others reduce to mere snakes in fear
As she brings the pitiful eyes to her face

He pleads,
“ My Dear
My Darling
My Mistress
My…”

And with the strength of her fingers, she crushes his skull
Smirking
“ Such pety pleas, as I am now God.”

The martyr marveled at how beautifully he bled from her hands
How sensual the venom felt on her wrists
As his body still writhed in vain

Her voice, lulling,
“ Oh but don’t forget, you live by the hand.”
As his skull decayed under her final tensed fist.

She kissed the remains
With a love
Unnamed

And with the venom now on her lips, she hissed,
“ Your veils, are vain. Your pious is lost, a paradox.
How dare you hide behind your cross.
You are but lowly serpents reduced to snakes
And it is by My hand you receive your fate.
I AM, your
Lovely
Assassin.”
                 
                                         




                                                  - Kelly Lynn Noll

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