Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
The serpents glide, so silent, slow.
In shadows deep, they twist and turn,
Their secrets dark, our minds they churn.

Scales that shimmer, eyes that gleam,
They haunt our thoughts, invade our dreams.
With every hiss, a tale untold,
In their embrace, a mystery unfolds.

Through ancient woods and desert sands,
They weave their paths, o’er countless lands.
Guardians of the old and wise,
In their gaze, the truth belies.

Fear them not, for they reveal,
The hidden truths our hearts conceal.
Embrace the serpent, learn its song,
For in its dance, we all belong.