The King Cobra and the Garden Snake

Wild Heart Scribe

I bought into

who you

said you are…


I’ve always known

who you were.

Not friend,

nor foe…

just someone

I don’t need to know.

You mean to use

the only thing that

I have…

but it’s mine…

can’t borrow it

can’t buy it

can’t bleed it out of me.

So, in the basket you go,

lie weaver,

with all the other

venomous snakes

who once drew

sand lines down

the platinum path

to my golden gate.

You’ve earned your

place with the

lying king

that came before you…

with him

you share

your garden of fate.

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