Underneath the Moonlight
His eyes were like a moonless night
He wasn't sure of where he was,
But he knew where he was going.
The light from his watch
was illuminating his face
with unanswered questions
as he quickened his pace
into the moonlight.
The trees gawked at him,
eyes wide as tennis balls,
but he kept his pace, eyes straightforward,
looking beyond the forest ahead.
As the serpent slithered up to him,
he wasn't looking down,
slimy green scales coiling as they
slowly pulled him down.
Gasping for air, he reached up toward the moon;
it was laughing at him.
The snake had bone-crushing strength
And took the last breath of life he had,
with one single bite.
After his long journey, he is now pale and cold.
And yet, his quest has been fulfilled.
It just came to be in a different way.
For his dagger still waits in his pocket
for a heart it will never slay.
An original poem by Natalie Sell
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