Serpentine

Hiss.. Hiss..
A slither, a kiss
As he crept, underneath that silver
Wind rushing, sober and over
An endless seam of leaves and light
A squeal, a swoosh, the owl took flight
And there beneath the tree, she waited
With her poise, breath bated
She shone, dark, soft, slimy
Gasped, stunned by her beauty was he
And swiftly, quickened his pace
Struck by her looks, her grace
Overcoming every leaf, every sliver
He would, wait, gasp and slither
And to end that endless wait
He stood, hood spread, at her gate
She saw, her eyes gleamed, hissed
Stoned was he, for he missed
Her sense, angst, as late he was
She turned, delved without a pause
Into their haven, below the tree
He was alone, in this hour of wee
And as unexpected would it seem
Not in thoughts, not in dream
Came from nowhere, a mighty kite
Pricked him, and took another flight
Caught in the midst of toxic love and shock
He fumbled, fret, but found no way to flock
His strength, his will, for he was blown
By this force so evil, so unknown
And as his breath slowed, as the blood drained
The wind went still, he went still, earth stained
Then she came, with forgiveness in her eyes
They turned red, boiling, spotting where he lies
Bloodshot, she fumed, her fork unstable
Sparkled her fangs, control herself, she wasn’t able
For a moment, it seemed, everything froze
And then she leapt, as her anger rose
So did the kite, and leaped down mid flight
Pecked on her, to her left, to her right
She waited for this, for she was ready
Took her moment, when the kite was unsteady
Flicked her tongue, and pierced her fangs in
Screeched into the night, paying for his sin
The kite smote her more, in all, in his rage
And tumbled to a side, concluding his age
Could not live for more, not even a moment
And she remained, mortally wound, to lament
She picked up all she was, all she could
Wished to love him more, oh how she would
Slithered down the strains, her blood dropped on his
She calmed down on him, perfecting a simple bliss
To die with him, him, whom she loved
She lay on him, all bruised, all roughed
And again as wind blew, on this night of Nov
Lay there, two long beings, bound by their love