Beneath the moon's chilling gaze they slither,
Through the shadows, their presence doth wither.
Coiled serpents, masters of deceit,
Emerging from nightmares with venomous heat.
Their scales, a tapestry of malevolent grace,
Reflecting the darkness that holds no embrace.
Forked tongues flicker, tasting the air,
Searching for victims unaware.
Whispering in the dens of ancient lore,
Gathered secrets, tales of horror galore.
Legends spun in venomous verse,
Unleashing nightmares, a twisted curse.
In moonlit hollows, they lurk and hiss,
Their chilling symphony, an eerie abyss.
With eyes unblinking, cold and keen,
They haunt the realms where fear convenes.
Beware the serpent's venomous bite,
A lethal kiss in the abyss of night.
Fangs that pierce, injecting dread,
A dance with death, as blood runs red.
Their slithering bodies, sinuous and sly,
A terror that makes the bravest comply.
In their coiled embrace, nightmares are born,
Where shadows whisper and innocent souls mourn.
So when the moon casts its pale, haunting glow,
Beware the serpents, hiding below.
For in the depths of their wicked domain,
The horrors of the serpent shall forever remain.
