Sestet: VenomSestet: Venom in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sneaking and slithering, a shadow of night
Cast out and rejected, the wounds still fresh
From the harrowing onslaught, the toll of death.
It weaves and curls, whispers and spits
At its unknowing victim. Carelessly he sits
Before the altar in the candle light.
All is quiet as the predator sneaks
To its target ahead.
It's been too long since it fed
Upon such anger, such fear,
Such a lack of the sincere.
The man bowed his head and began to speak:
"God, are you there? It's just me.
I know we haven't talked for so long.
I'm not here to confess. I've done no wrong,
So why am I punished all the same?