In the shadows, silent and sleek,
The serpent moves, a mystic streak.
With scales that shimmer in the night,
It prowls with a deadly, silent might.

Through the grass, it weaves its way,
A predator, in search of prey.
Eyes that gleam with ancient lore,
A creature from the days of yore.

Within its coils, secrets lie,
Tales of darkness, from days gone by.
A hiss that speaks of hidden fears,
Echoes from forgotten years.

Beware the whisper in the gloom,
The serpent’s call, a silent doom.
For in its presence, danger waits,
A reminder of our fragile fates.