behind the sweet silk moonlight,
beneath the genteel waves
a serpent glides forever-
through sand, through grass and thick

his scales glimmer, imminence
his eyes a rabid red-
his tail reeks of pestilence
yet barren is his instinct

he knows to keep on forward,
he knows no turning back
he wishes on each wishing star
that he decides the track

each day and on forever-
he dances in his mind
for all who came before him
withered in his time

he doesn’t want to do this
an omen for great loss
he dreams of gentle greatness-
he dreams of getting lost

the path set out before him
they say the only way
it’s on and on forever
‘til his children do the same